The miracle is that I am in Rome sitting in a lovely neighborhood cafe tucked behind the Vatican right down the cobbled alley from my apartment.  The reason it is a miracle is because I am traveling alone, David having been felled by vertigo 2 hours before we were due to leave.  Of course, now he is perfectly well, and assures me he will join me in Cannes where we dock on Sunday.  Meanwhile I am remembering how to travel alone in a foreign country, and aside from some minor disasters, I have amazingly landed on my feet.  My hips aren’t even sore.  I’m not staying in a hotel but in some mysterious person’s apartment.  The prior tenant took my money.  I hope that’s who I was supposed to pay.  Because of a number of things, I feel that my guardian angel is with me.  I sat next to a wonderful woman on the plane and after condoling over the fact there was nothing to read in the bookstores, I gave her Laurie’s Awakening Avery and she read it straight through and loved it!

The breeze is welcome here in my little outdoor cafe.  An artist is painting at the table next to me.  I am ready for my dolce.  Then I am going to bed!  At eleven o’clock tomorrow  morning I have an appt. with Michelangelo at the Vatican.  Can’t wait.  Thank the Lord I arrived safely!

St. Peter's Basilica - Rome