As I try to slog through these summer blues; I find myself looking back to past trips for escape.
Like this trip to Rome.
I remember how my mom was being a good sport by walking to the Coliseum from our rental. Unfortunately, she would refer to this day as "The Death March"!
It didn't help that I was paranoid of pick pockets. Which translated into I wouldn't refer to a map. Basically I took my mother the "long way", on a very warm day.
On a positive note, we did find the Coliseum.