It's unusually quiet this morning as I am up before the kids, which rarely happens. I'm making my tea when the silence is broken by a motor scooter zipping by on the road at a high rate of speed (for a scooter).
Instantly, I'm transported to Rome where scooters and motorcycles dominated the tiny streets. The sound of the engines reverberating off the tightly clustered buildings let you know that this was a city where people were going places and doing things at all hours.
It's hard to believe that our trip was so long ago. I want so much to really be there or perhaps to keep the illusion going.
Perhaps I should get out the espresso.
I want so much to really be there.