Me and Fiumincino, Rome's airport, have gotten VERY acquainted in the past two years. I think I have been in and out of this airport more than even the Atlanta airport due to the countless flights I took between Italy and Spain in early 2009. So to be starting my journey here, was quite apropo.
So, here I was. On the right bank of the proverbial 'pond' we like to refer to the Atlantic Ocean, and craving a cappucino (or some form of caffeine) like I was an addict -- I am sure after the jumbled sleep I had had on the plane I would be by the end of the day. Fortunately, I knew just the place.
Through customs and security, past all the limo drivers waving signs, a sharp right, and straight until you reach the train tracks. That's the path to a decent coffee in Fiumincino, and I knew it like the back of my hand. Funny how some things stick with you... how things get etched in your mind and won't leave. But today, I sure didn't mind.
'Uno cappucino, per favore!'
The cafe was empty, so the whole process of standing in line and then moving to the counter was easy, even with my luggage. There was plenty of room at the counter for me and my bags, and 20 minutes before the train bound for 'Roma Termini' departed. That was 20 minutes to savor this coffee, 20 minutes to shake off the grogginess that followed me from the plane, and 20 minutes to get this show on the road. I was more than ready.
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