The hard part is over...

I am sure the Italians on the train from florence to Rome today had a good chuckle at us. not only am I lugging around three massive bags, one which the airport put a HEAVY sign on, but I'm also trying to help older women with their baggage. people couldn't get by our luggage we had so much stuff. Then we sat in the wrong seats and then I found our seats and they kept asking me where their seat was. I don't know, I've told you ten times it's 8c. So then I lose my cool and I'm like sit down, sit down, sit down. That's right I have to say it three times. Am gaining a greater appreciation for my mother! We are off to lunch now where I'm pretty sure I'm ordering some wine. Hope all is well! Ps is it hard to comment on this thing? I'm feeling no love. :)