Worked again
Apparently, we are not done being worked by the transportation system.
On Sunday, we decided to be crazy and stay in the center of the city past dark to see some sites that are best under moonlight. We were sitting on the Spanish Steps and reading about their history in our Rome book, when I happened to see the part about the last metro train leaving at 11:30. It was 11 and we would still have to find the station.
Our campsite is way out of the city. There is no way to get there except by train, so we have to get to the metro before it stops running.
We cannot find the metro, so we stop someone who lookds like he might speak English. He tells us where our station is, but unfortunately, the metro stops running at 9 right now because of construction.
We ended up having to jump in a taxi and trust him to get us home. This was an interesting ride.
Right when we get in we realize that he does not speak any English at all. Our first mistake...we should have gotten out right then and found one that did. Oh well. Second reason we should have gotten out...he did not know where Prima Porta was. I had to show him my map, and still he was unsure. But, he started driving.
The whole drive, I am praying that God will just get us home. This guy does not know where he is going. finally, we see the sign for Prima Porta, but he passes it up. We trust him for a couple minutes and then try to tell him that we passed the sign. Oops, we do not speak Italian. That will not work.
He pulls over and has another look at my map. Finally, I think to have him just call our campsite. Ok, now we are golden.
At the end of our trip, the ride cost 26 euro. Too much considering he did not know where he was going. So, I told him in Spanish to bring the price down. That worked...just 3 euro though.
Our adventure continues.
On Sunday, we decided to be crazy and stay in the center of the city past dark to see some sites that are best under moonlight. We were sitting on the Spanish Steps and reading about their history in our Rome book, when I happened to see the part about the last metro train leaving at 11:30. It was 11 and we would still have to find the station.
Our campsite is way out of the city. There is no way to get there except by train, so we have to get to the metro before it stops running.
We cannot find the metro, so we stop someone who lookds like he might speak English. He tells us where our station is, but unfortunately, the metro stops running at 9 right now because of construction.
We ended up having to jump in a taxi and trust him to get us home. This was an interesting ride.
Right when we get in we realize that he does not speak any English at all. Our first mistake...we should have gotten out right then and found one that did. Oh well. Second reason we should have gotten out...he did not know where Prima Porta was. I had to show him my map, and still he was unsure. But, he started driving.
The whole drive, I am praying that God will just get us home. This guy does not know where he is going. finally, we see the sign for Prima Porta, but he passes it up. We trust him for a couple minutes and then try to tell him that we passed the sign. Oops, we do not speak Italian. That will not work.
He pulls over and has another look at my map. Finally, I think to have him just call our campsite. Ok, now we are golden.
At the end of our trip, the ride cost 26 euro. Too much considering he did not know where he was going. So, I told him in Spanish to bring the price down. That worked...just 3 euro though.
Our adventure continues.
posted by Leah at 3:04 AM
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