After over eleven hours of flight, I arrived Roma airport. Having forgotten to remove contact lens at the airplane, my eyes felt very dry and can barely open. I rushed to the restroom and splashed some water to ease the uncomfortableness. The airport is not much different from any other airports I saw in US, passengers were running around, men seemed to like to stare a bit more in Italy.
Since the conference was held in Florence, I would stay in Roma for a day and take a train to Florence the next day. The hotel that I booked from Hotels.com ended up to be outskirt of Roma although it claimed to be in the city center at the website. I ended up paying $60 tax to get to the hotel.
First thing that strike me most was how small the cars were in Italy. Many of them looked like half of the side of cars I am accustomed to see in US, they were more like toys than real cars. The second thing that I noticed was how chaotic things can get in high way. My taxi driver was an easy going Italian man. He had this rugged good look: dark eyes, and dark hair with a smile. "My name is Stefano", he grinned at me, pointing to the baby picture hanging in his car:"my baby boy, from the second wife." While he was talking, he wheeled the car left and right, passing a few other cars with narrow gaps. I held on to the car door nob to ease my nerve. Stefano was looking at me, laughing:"relax, it is okay." Then he suddenly yelled happily:"good job!", praising a driver successfully cut into our lane, almost hit our car. Having driven in California since 2003, I am no stranger to crazy drivers, yet I was still ill prepared.
The hotel I am staying was located in suburb area outside Roma. The hotel itself was very comfortable, yet it was far away from the center of the city. So I decided to explore Roma later after I was done with the conference in Florence. Looking out from the hotel room window, I can see huge expense of fields with rolls of hey, so serene and beautiful, looks like a painting I have seen before, it is by Monet? do not remember. In the distance, someone was yelling Italian in the distant, sounds like broadcasting news at station. Everything seems so different.
There were seven to eight Italian men standing outside the hotel, when I walked in and out of the hotel, every man was staring at me. I understand that people might get curious and look at strangers, but usually they moved their eyes away when you noticed it. Not these Italian men, they just stared at you, with no apology, no pretense, they did not care whether you were embarrassed, they just looked at you, eyes not even blinking. Feeling very uncomfortable, I dashed in and out of hotel very fast. Since there was no other restaurant that was walking distance, I had dinner at hotel restaurant. There were about fifteen men there, I was the only female, I felt eyes on me, pretending I did not notice, and worked hard on the delicious sea food pasta.