And so it begins...

Welcome to my Roman Holiday. So far it has been interesting, but not exactly a whole lot of fun.

My lovely ankles will attest to the length and of the day!

I started out yesterday at the Mpls. airport with getting hit on by a TSA employee. Apparently they hire really creepy people with bad judgement to keep us all safe.

On the flight from Mpls to Newark, I was surrounded by teeth pickers. Not just random getting the spinach out of one tooth with a tooth pick. These two people had big plastic dental tools that gouged in between their teeth and brought out big blobs of matter. It was possibly one of the grossest displays I've ever seen. Even weirder, the two perps weren't even together! There must be a whole underground cult of teeth pickers.

In the Newark airport I got hit on again. Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I was hit on before Friday. I actually had a little argument with myself if I was over reacting, but after considering it for a while I decided my first instict was right. (See when you travel alone you have to be your own consigliari.) Anyhow, the second character was a police Sargent from some suburb of Newark who was behind me going through security. He followed me to my gate and sat and talked my ear off for an hour or so. I think he thought I was flirting with him because I couldn't understand his accent and kept leaning closer so I could hear what he was saying more clearly. Actually, I'm still not certain what he was talking about most of the time. The Jersey was pretty thick.

On the flight from Newark to Rome I sat beside a lovely elderly couple. The man had moved to the US from Italy in 1956 when he was 18. He still has and had a great Italian accent. He tried to teach me Italian. They were a sweet couple.