Our Arrival In Rome
Having arrived at the Leonardo Da Vinci Airport outside of Rome, Dev, the chicken and I waited patiently for our driver (the transportation had been arranged by the Daphne Inn) - A well-dressed older gentleman holding up a sign with “Mr. Stefanitsis” written on it greeted us at the arrival gate … He enthusiastically helped us with our baggage and proceeded to take us to his vehicle. We walked for what seemed an eternity in the mid-day sun to what appeared to be a bus loading zone. Our driver quickly discovered that he had parked in a no-park zone and his vehicle had been towed. He used what can only be described as “international sign language” (as he spoke no English) to describe his, and now our, dilemma. We were told to wait.
And wait we did for about 30 minutes.