Who turned out the lights?

After getting to Rome – barely, as some drunk idiot boarded the train without a ticket causing all kinds of hoopla and delays – I was delighted the rain had slowed, and a taxi was waiting to take me to my Bed & Breakfast.

I had found this place through Assun in Madrid, and it came highly recommended. The B&B had a last minute room available, and I was set. Truly, the place was delightful, airy and homey…the last being very much on the top of my list.

I met Laura the innkeeper and inquired about dinner options as it was 10PM and I had not eaten since lunch. She recommended several places a few blocks away and I set off.

Or so I thought… once I rounded the corner and was on a side street there were no lights! Utter darkness! Not even a street light. I felt a little panicky but knew that it had to be safe or she would not have sent me. Sure enough, I found the pizza place Laura had directed me to. However the idea of wandering back alone and in an increasingly darkening street… well, my hunger could wait til morning.