Yesterday, I wrote how thankful Justin is about our visits to Rome and the Mediterranean region. Sometimes I forget that he was not with me every time I was there, but in my mind he was...hmmm. I do depend upon him to remember things that I have long erased from my memory banks. That's where the scrapbooks come in handy.
He mentioned the story of the guys moving the car. Here's more of the story: When the car was in our way, we were on our way to eat at an Italian restaurant, go figure it would be Italian, with a group from the cruise. Justin and I were seated with some ladies traveling together, a mom, her daughters, and perhaps a granddaughter, if memory serves. They took a liking to Justin, of course. After lunch was our walking tour of the ruins of ancient Rome, seeing the spot where Caesar was burned, the three arches, just magnificent sites.
We were up and down, climbing, standing, walking, climb some more, in the summer heat, and I was physically taxed. We got back on the bus for the late afternoon stop at the "St. Paul in Chains" historical site and I was too wiped out to go in. Today I regret it but at the time, it was right to sit it out. The nice ladies took charge of Justin and enjoyed it with him. I perched myself on a wall and watched the world go by, with Italy having won a huge soccer event at that moment. Oh my! What a parade of flag waving Vespa riders and horns blowing and excitement was I witness to!! We must go back so I can see "St. Paul in Chains" and the Santa Croce cathedral we missed in Florence when we were chandelier shopping.
