He is going to Rome

My dear husband has been called to Rome, not because he has an overwhelming desire to say good bye to The Pope, but for business. He has his ticket to ride the train, first class with a seat, an amazing accomplishment if you follow the press reports out of Rome.

A few miles away at Termini, Rome's main train station, hordes of pilgrims pouring out of the concourse and into the middle of the street to pore over maps caused traffic chaos. Armando Antonio Monteiro Barbosa, a Spanish builder, had just arrived by train from the airport after impulsively catching a flight to Rome, and did not know how long he would stay since he had not found a return flight. "We're not sure where we are staying ... If you have inner peace, the when, where and how doesn't matter," said his Colombian girlfriend Mojin, her hair in dreadlocks and a woolen blanket wrapped around her.


At least Sam has a comfy bed waiting for him at the hotel. I have been trying to convince Sam that he needs to go to St. Peter's to pay homage to The Pope as a representative of the Crockford family, but he isn't taking the bait. Who could blame him, it is turning into a regular circus. On the other hand a few up close - I was there shots would be nice to add to the blog.....

Here is hoping that Sam arrives and returns in one piece and is able to complete his business.

Krista