We cut it close at Heathrow this morning. Well not uncomfortably close, but if the inbound aircraft weren't 20 minutes late, it may have been uncomfortably close. Two and a half hours of screaming kids and a rambling cab ride later, we arrived at what Amanda has described as "the fanciest hotel I've ever stayed at." Linen sheets, marble everything, great staff so far. Too bad we won't be able to afford more than a drink at the restaurant on the roof with spectacular views of Rome. Oh well, I'm sure we'll see it from the top of a double-decker bus for a better price and with better commentary.
We walked up the street and got our getting lost out of the way, then finally found the Hard Rock Cafe. Yes, cliche, but I get a pin whenever we're near one. Ate dinner there since we didn't have a good feel for the lay of the land yet. Then we walked around, bought a couple bottles of wine for the room, and checked out the menus at all of the wonderful street cafes. Can't wait to try some fantastic food tomorrow. Now we know where the Metro stop is, where stores are, where the closest place for gelato is, and that some streets are barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
Back at the room, we caught the new episode of Lost on TV (fantastic). Love that show and Desmond is great.
Watched the hotel's own channel for a while about the famous people who stay here, what the concierge can do, how the pasta is all hand made, and on and on. Now it's time for bed. Apparently there's a channel on TV for putting kids to bed. This is on loop. Goodnight!
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