Arrivederci Italia.

Our coach had dropped us at our hotel at 8:30 pm. It wasn't anything flash, especially after our experience in Sorrento. It was really just a place to sleep before we checked out in the morning, and caught the train to the airport.

The hotel room was nothing like the one pictured on their website, with a small room, lumpy beds and a minuscule bathroom, but it did have tea making facilities. We were ecstatic, until we tried the tea. As usual, the water was hard and did the flavour of the tea no good. The wifi was hopeless so we had to go down to the lobby to send our email.

We weren't hungry and it was late. We had to be up early so went to bed.

Next morning, our last in Rome and in Italy, we re-sorted and re-packed our bags. The water was hot for our shower but Rome water is very hard so didn't lather very well. Then we went down for breakfast, which was included in the cost. It was a typical continental breakfast except the coffee and hot water for the tea came from a push-button machine. I had coffee and it was foul - very bitter. Lindy got a tea bag and a cup of hot water. Once she'd taken the tea bag out a scum formed on top of the water.

We checked out but remained in the foyer until 11 am rather than wait at busy Roma Termini. While there, two ladies came in, one younger one older. They were booking in but had to wait until the rooms were ready. We chatted for awhile. It was their first visit to Rome and they asked us questions about our experiences. They were from America, but the older lady (her mother) originally came from Spain I think it was. The trip was a birthday gift. We worked out that we covered 4 decades - the older lady was 80, I was 70, Lindy 60 (soon) and the younger woman was 50.

The trip to the airport was uneventful. Lindy wasn't feeling too well - fighting a cold - and we were both feeling that it was a bit anti-climax, sorry it was over but keen now to get back home to family.

It had been a wonderful trip, one that we will both remember. We had some fun times, and some funny adventures. We' were good keeping our diaries in Trip Rider, and when we return home I will tidy mine up and publish it, to keep with my other journals so when I am old and grey, no longer able to travel and with a failing memory, I will have a record of where I went and what I saw.