Thankful to Dom for the laughter he brings to my life

Soooo....I knew there were no upgrades available from LAX to Washington, D.C.  Now I am ok with sitting in Economy Plus on a 4 hour stint so I wasn’t too stressed.  But Washington to Rome?  8+ hours!  I don’t think so!  Dom chides me about this, but he created this spoiled monster!
All went well to D.C. until we were caught up in a weather ‘cell’ (whatever that is) causing us to arrive much later than scheduled.  We literally ran to our next gate.  As we flew through the entry I half heartedly asked the United guy if there were any upgrades left.  ‘Sorry’.  I asked Dom how much Xanax we had.  Dom runs to the bathroom on board and I am pouting but settling in.  The ‘United guy’ finds me and says he has one seat left in Business/First.  Did I want it?  I could not do that to Dom so I turn it down.  Dom returns from said lavatory and I tell him.  He runs after the guy and says she will take it! Dom figures this is a win-win.  Terry gets what she wants (needs, lol!) and Dom gets 2 seats and doesn’t have to hear her cry for 8 hours.  He’s no dope!

Oceania personnel meet us at the airport and we are on our way to the hotel.  So far so good.

We have been very fortunate to have been to Rome about 5 times so we don’t have a need to do anything more than explore on our own.  Dom had been given a recommendation for a place for lunch so off we go.  Google says it’s only about 4 miles from our hotel.  We can walk this.  Until we are about a mile away and decide a cab sounds real good in this heat and the wrong shoes.

Roscioli’s was like walking into food heaven!
You tell them how much pizza to cut by how wide you hold your hands.  The breads and variety of pizza’s are so mouthwatering.

Roscioli’s also has a wine bar and a pasticceria.  But we already had a sfogliatelle from the restaurant which rivaled any we ever had.

Once back in the hotel, we realize there are no water bottles waiting for us.  Now, Dom Nuzzi, having come in under budget on every show he has ever helmed, thinks he has to do that at home too.
He decides he is going to find a store to buy water cheaper than the water in the mini bar (3euros).  He is gone like forever; returns with 2 water bottles at 2.60 euros and a 5 euro cab ride because he got lost and was caught in the rain.  I thought I would die laughing!

We did have a delicious dinner which started with figs and prosciutto and ended by sharing a cab with two delightful Aussie men who befriended us as at the neighboring table.  They too are on our ship.

Since we are only in Rome one night before boarding our ship, I suggested to Dom that he put a day’s clothing aside so he doesn’t have to rifle through his luggage.  Mr. Organized says he’s got his own system; don’t bother him.  I am again so grateful to him for the laughs he provides me.  If you recall from last year’s blog, Mr. Organized left all his dress shirts in the Dublin hotel when we moved on to the next hotel.  I reminded him of this as he was rifling through all his plastic bags that he packs every clothing group in as if it were a food group.

We have been asked what is the secret to our marriage.  It is the ability to laugh with each other and at each other.  My job is to make Dom laugh every day but today he did it for ME.  Xo