This morning, the peripatetic
dianora2 and the globetrotting
divanoir departed Rome, for New York and Florence respectively. Good times were had, despite my very nearly losing them at a train station (my bad, though in fairness I thought those train doors would spring back), much great art was seen and good food was eaten. The gregarious
veredus and her boyfriend, also in Rome right now, even got together for us with dinner one night (and then we all accidentally ran into each other again in the Galleria Borghese the next day). Rome has never been so fangirly!
I have only one more week here in Rome, and I have a LOT of writing to do in that time, but I honestly think that I would like to try something like this again. Being away from home has its ups and downs, and I feel like I only sort of broke the surface tension of being in a foreign country once (hanging out with some Italian folk about a week ago), but maybe I could get better at it with practice. And I find the constant newness of the experience invigorating.
But next time I get a place with internet.