When we stayed in Rome we stayed at the Albergo del sole Al Biscione Hotel which is one of the oldest hotels in Rome. We got a good deal and it was only a five minute walk to the Pantheon and a 30 second walk to a plaza where fresh fruit and vegetables were sold every day. In fact, on our last day in Rome, I said, "I'll be right back," and comfortably walked, by myself, to the piazza to buy some souvenirs. As I did that I was impressed with my comfort level. Go, me! Five days in Rome will do that to you. I passed by the "David" bobble heads which, although is my nephew's name, would have been a totally inappropriate gift for an aunt to buy. I passed by the Jesus bobble heads, the David boxer shorts, and the Pope Francis bobble heads to buy a couple Pope Francis calendars. This is the hotel where I felt the earthquake shake my world. I will never forget that 3:40 a.m. moment. Never. Now that I am back, more and more people are coming forward saying, "I thought about you when I heard about that earthquake and I hoped you were OK." I am touched. Is this a sign of how much I am loved as the wonderful person that I am or is it a sign of how much I bragged about my trip before I went? In either case, I'm touched.
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