The plane from Zurich to Rome took another hour and a half. It was after ten p.m. by the time we arrived. We’d been up since six that morning. I could hardly keep my eyes open, but the cab ride woke me up. I’ve never seen anything like it. Traffic in India was similar, but this was at high speed, at night, and on a busy freeway. The cars were like caroms that should have been bouncing off one another, but seemed to be protected by in invisible shield. Strangely enough, I never saw a traffic accident in Rome while we were in Rome. Amazing.
Ride to our hotel cost $50, and the driver did not take plastic, another surprise. He took my last euro, but I was happy to be alive. It felt so good to lay down!
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