Travelling Home, Part I

We left Jeanne, Yiorgos, Nick and Paris late on Monday night to catch a ferry back to Bari. I was sad to leave Greece behind. It was great to catch up with family and wonderful to see that sea again. Something about time there seems slower somehow.

The ferry didn't leave until nearly midnight, so we caught up with some friends at the port and the kids enjoyed the "port dogs". Dirty, but very friendly.

The ferry was extremely rocky and Sheila was, well, Sheila was terrified the whole way. We slept very little so that made the next couple of days of travel a bit more challenging. The kids did way better than we did with such little rest. Until we got to Rome where both of them were just pooped and ready to go home (which varied emotionally between the US and Dublin!).

John, ever the humorist (and perhaps a soothsayer given the rocky ride ahead), found this under the bed and said something to the effect of "At least there's one!"

We got to Bari at about 9 a.m. and headed to the train station to book a train back to Rome and then explored the old part of the city a bit. 

This tree in Bari was bombed by guerrilla knitters.

We waited a bit for the train to Rome.

Once back in Rome, we stayed this time in the Trastavere Neighborhood (this essentially means the neighborhood on the other side of the tracks or, in this case, river). It was lovely. Bustling around another gorgeous cathedral. We had fresh pasta and a gorgeous mozzerella and tomato salad as mass for holy week was finishing up and, of course, gelato.

Here are some views of the cathedral in Trastavere.

And the gelato...