A Funny Joke that I hope comes true.

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband..  She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:  

" Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty.. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"  

"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"  

"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. " That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome 's Tiber River called Teste."  

"Don't go any further. I know that place.  Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."

"We're going to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."

"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people trying to see him.  He'll look the size of an ant..

Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."  

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .  

"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.  

And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"

"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."  

"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.  

Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."  

"Oh, really!  What'd he say ?"    

 
He said: "Who fucked up your hair ?"

Less than a week to go

As we make the final preparations, Ron and I are getting very excited. Passports are copied and packed and the weather in Italy is being scrutinized. The packing has begun and Ron is modeling his wardrobe after his suave Italian countrymen. However, it may not be as easy for his preppy wife to blend. After the packing is completed, we are hoping for smooth flights, good weather, wonderful food and no train strikes for the month of May. Ciao

The Better Blog

Well a few changes have taken place since I started to blog about our trip to Italy. Techie guy aka Ron found that it was soooo much easier to download pictures on my blog if I used the blog application that works best with the iPad. So I am sending out my new address and sorry if there is any confusion. We have downloaded on the GPS all of the places where we are staying and the train stations where we will be arriving. So hopefully we will make it from point A to B with amazing speed assuming the suitcases adapt to Italian streets and walkways.