In Rome at last! After a 3 hour delay in Dallas I was certain I'd miss my connection in London but gratefully the British were experiencing a bit of a downpour to welcome us which delayed the outgoing planes as well.So after much rushing and a slew of extremely friendly people with fantastic accents I reached my plane and came to Rome! When I got here I thought it would be easy getting to termini train station and from there the metro. I bought my ticket and discovered the guy had charged me too much for my ticket but I was already on the train and didnt want to go back so then I started listening to the statins we were stopping at and termini wasn't one of them. The people around me tried talking to me and as much as I like to pretend I speak italian I really had no idea what they were saying so I gve up And told them I don't speak Italian. I was informed I'd gotten on the wrong train...it doesn't go to termini and the one I was on cost half the price of the train I was on. The lady sitting next to me got off with me and showed me where to go so I bought a new ticket, got on a train with a really sweet nun and arrived at termini! I made my way to the metro, one line was closed but fortunately not the one I needed so I got to where I needed to go. My directions were to ask for directions and even though I asked in Italian my accent is apparently so awesome! That they still spoke to me in English...not that it's a bad thing, just a wee bit embarrassing. It was dark and things were looking sketchy so I was slightly affrighted but never fear I arrived and the angry hostess lady directed me to where my group was having dinner. So though I was tired...incredibly disgusting and aching I arrived in one piece and really...I'm in Rome, how upset can I be? Ciao!