Marina and Daniele

We arrive to our suburban address off the ring road and to the southeast of Roma. It is in a very non tourist area and our driver asks if we are sure this is where we really want to be dropped off most of the tourist he drops off are in the city proper.
Even once the suitcases are out of the people mover on the footpath and we are standing in front of the tall gated compound that will be home for the next 5 nights he checks again that it is OK for him to leave us here. We convince him that we have friends that live here and they will be looking after us but it's not until the gates are opened and we are safely in inside that he then waves and heads on his way.

We buzz up to the 3rd floor of the 5 floored block of units that are amongst the several blocks of beige concrete and pebble clad units all inside the gated area.
Open the metal swing door of the very small 1970's elevator and send our suitcases up as we climb the polished white stone stairs to be greeted by a very excited Italian Marina. It is just like being home back in our Italian bedroom where we started our last Italian trip some 16 months earlier. Marina has made the bed with red and navy blue sheet in honour of us the Aussie travellers.
Across the hall is our private bathroom with tat concertina shower which all off my 2013 reader will remember but with a new loo seat out with the Union Jack and in with a new American Route 66.