Where's Wallet
A funny thing happened on the way to the Colosseum on Friday for our guided tour. Paul was pick-pocketed. We took a bus but had to walk through a train station to get to the meeting place for the tour. It was our last full day and Paul had carried his wallet in the side pockets of his cargo shorts most of the 5 weeks but on the last day, probably in the train station, they got him.
Panic ensued. We had no cash at that point and needed to cancel our cards.
It was decided that Paul, sans wallet, would return to the hotel and do what one does when one loses wallet, credit card and driver's licence while the other one would do the Colosseum tour for which we had paid. (of course, one really felt like doing this tour when one was concerned about one's life savings being drained from one's bank account at that very moment.) However, the one who stayed (and was still in possession of a wallet with credit card etc) had time to walk to the nearest ATM, (1 km away at least) and withdraw some cash so feeling somewhat less destitute. Money for rest rooms at least if required.
The Colosseum was big, old and very impressive as were the stairs. The guide helpfully asked whether anyone would prefer to take the lift up the two floors but yet again, this active little group said no, stairs are good. Great. More stairs, more hot sun, more ruins, more statues, more churches and ancient stuff. Perhaps one of us was not really in the mood. Took photos of the Colosseum, the Forum and other stuff.
After 3 hours, returned to hotel by taxi. Great news that someone had found the credit card and driver's licence on the ground. The passerby had also seen the name of the hotel chain and returned the cards to another hotel in the chain and they returned the cards to our hotel, all before Paul got back to the hotel. It seemed that only cash and the wallet were lost. Phew. Paul had spent a couple of hours trying to get into the Colosseum to be reunited but no go.
Tough morning for both of us.
That afternoon, we finally found Uncle Bill's church which he 'received' when he became a cardinal. A lovely tradition when you become a cardinal. It was a minute from our hotel and one of the most beautiful churches we had seen (and we had seen many).
Panic ensued. We had no cash at that point and needed to cancel our cards.
It was decided that Paul, sans wallet, would return to the hotel and do what one does when one loses wallet, credit card and driver's licence while the other one would do the Colosseum tour for which we had paid. (of course, one really felt like doing this tour when one was concerned about one's life savings being drained from one's bank account at that very moment.) However, the one who stayed (and was still in possession of a wallet with credit card etc) had time to walk to the nearest ATM, (1 km away at least) and withdraw some cash so feeling somewhat less destitute. Money for rest rooms at least if required.
The Colosseum was big, old and very impressive as were the stairs. The guide helpfully asked whether anyone would prefer to take the lift up the two floors but yet again, this active little group said no, stairs are good. Great. More stairs, more hot sun, more ruins, more statues, more churches and ancient stuff. Perhaps one of us was not really in the mood. Took photos of the Colosseum, the Forum and other stuff.
After 3 hours, returned to hotel by taxi. Great news that someone had found the credit card and driver's licence on the ground. The passerby had also seen the name of the hotel chain and returned the cards to another hotel in the chain and they returned the cards to our hotel, all before Paul got back to the hotel. It seemed that only cash and the wallet were lost. Phew. Paul had spent a couple of hours trying to get into the Colosseum to be reunited but no go.
Tough morning for both of us.
That afternoon, we finally found Uncle Bill's church which he 'received' when he became a cardinal. A lovely tradition when you become a cardinal. It was a minute from our hotel and one of the most beautiful churches we had seen (and we had seen many).
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