My NRomantic NRoman Holiday

Well I'm not exactly on Holiday in Rome and it is certainly Not Romantic, hence my joining of the word No with Romantic and Rome... I'm here for work. I arrived in Rome yesterday, weary of traveling all this way alone, but hopeful I could handle the job at hand. Let me first tell you, I have a fear of flying, but have never let that stop me actually from traveling, however the way I do it internationally is by taking an anti-anxiety pill that actually intensifies positively with alcohol. It's a win-win, Really. So about two hours left of my first leg of which I was anticipating a 4 hour layover in London, I decided it was time to pop the second of my anti-anxiety, just to get me through the next hick-up, which would be landing.  As we were taxiing to the gate the captain comes over the loudspeaker with the following announcement "Ladies and gentleman, you will not be able to de-board the plane once we land at the gate because the authorities will be boarding the plane". I'm thinking to myself, maybe this is normal for an international Houston to London flight. I have NO IDEA. 

After we stop and I look out my window to find the British Armed Brigade made up of 6 men waiting for what I am assuming is the either plane in front of us, to escort some celebrity in first class off the plane (oh how I wish) or on the 1 in 200 thousandths of a chance I have actually one of those travelers on my flight who has caused some havoc. Can you guess which of these was the final scenario? Yep, and this possible terrorist was sitting 7 rows behind me, 2 isles over. After getting no information from the flight crew or the very handsome british brigade of which my anti-anxietied head was secretly wishing I could flirt with, I just sat back and watched them escort a man with plastic bags over his hands off the plane only later to find out he may have had explosive material on the plane and was moved to my section of the aircraft because (we were poor) or because there were fewer people to surround him. This is the start to my NRomantic NRoman holiday!

I arrived in Rome tired but full steam ahead with meetings and deadlines to make. After a few hours, I went around the town with my very own Italian tour guide and historian, my company's Italian sales rep. Do not get any ideas, we spent much of the conversation talking about his wife and children and my dog.

Before I left for this trip I kept hearing about blonds getting special treatment, cat calls and whistles in Italy. So far I've gotten a possible terrorist, a father figure, an Irish Fed asking me where I was from and a waiter feeling pity for me.

I have been reading the book by Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed, she is the same author who wrote Eat, Pray, Love of which I obsessed over 2 years ago.  This book now is about she finding out the reason and/or the concept of Marriage.  Eat, Pray, Love was her journey of becoming single again and coming through a divorce and spending 4 months in Italy, 4 months in India and 4 months in Indonesia.  So far I have realized that though her words are moving, funny and worth reading over and over again to learn about life's complexities and intricacies, the only thing Elizabeth Gilbert's life and my life have in common is that we have now both eaten in Italy and we were both born.  Of course because of her time in India, she has been born and born again.  

I don't have the tenacity to meet strangers, I shy from flirtatious looks and I am completely ignorant of attention.  Or is it that I look so utterly unapproachable because of my natural scour that the attention isn't curious, it is more pity?  I have 3 more days in this romantic city, 3 days to try to build up this inner "hi there, how are you?" verbal part of me that now I only try to show by merely turning my seat in the direction of introduction, but putting my face into a book, computer, cell phone or magazine.  Where did this shy part of me come from?  Anyway, this is just the start to my NRomantic NRoman holiday.  I don't know that I will fall in love with a NRoman Gawd while I'm here, but I sure hope I can at least turn this paid working adventure into something more than the Eat part of my journey!  Until then...