Stuck in Rome. The next flight out was at 5:30 PM the next day and about 20 hours on the ground in some nondescript but pleasant hotel in Rome. After trying, and no fooling but really trying, to get to the project for a Saturday meeting, the airline told me there was not a chance to leave on Friday. So I took the bus to the nondescript hotel and signed in. No baggage because it was on the way to Doha I was told (they fibbed, but thats a later story).


The one thing that I'm disapponted in is that I was unable to call by parents while I was on the Square. They gave me the faith and I though I could share in my excitement.
The next day I figured I'd get up at 5:30 AM and visit the Colseuem and perhaps a few other sites before the noon check out (delayed until 1:00 PM). The alarm went off and when I awoke at 9:00 AM, a quick brush of the teeth and off I was to figure out where to go. It did not take much and I was in the ruins of this place. I had about on hour on the site before the train rides back. Litterally, I was trotting up the stairs, taking pictures along the way. Over 150 photos to share with my family. Then off again.
Now I'm in a business lounge in Doha waiting on a 1:30 AM flight to Milan Italy for a few days. Who would have ever thought....