Coming home from Ancona had its challenges. First, the train we had booked weeks before our trip, was on strike. Luckily we had gone to the train station hours earlier to switch to an earlier train. We didn't know if that one would go until 10 minutes before. The uncertainty didn't seem to bother anyone else, and there was nothing we could do. But that train did end up going to Rome, in a long 4 hour ride going from the Adriatic coast to the Tyrhenian coast. At least after the first hour in our cabin, dark and without AC, I switched seats with Mason and could see that the next cabin (same class) had its lights on. I sent Bill to check and sure enough it also had AC, and something was wrong with just our cabin. We promptly moved, even through we were not all sitting together and had to move 3 large suit cases between us and my parents. It was worth it! We still had 3 hours to go.
Once we arrived at Rome Termini, we bought tickets on the 30-minute train to the airport. We booked the Hilton garden Inn by the airport, which seemed more convenient than staying in the center of Rome. But we were tired and hungry, but pressed on to get to the hotel, which even after the second train, was still a shuttle away, another 30 minutes between the wait and travel.
Next morning, we took the shuttle to the airport after breakfast, about 3 hours before our flight. That would have been plenty of time if we were not kicked out at terminal 2 because there was a bomb threat that evacuated T3! Travelers piled on by T2, as we heard them blow up something twice at the distance. We never got the full story, but we were allowed back in the shuttles and taken to T3 after a 30-minute wait.
T3 was the scene of chaos with ever passenger trying to get back in, check in, get through security, immigration, then a bus to the actual terminal, and planes! United worked slowly through their lines while every other airline had already processed most of their passengers, we still had a 50-person line.
By the time we got to the gate, it had already boarded 2 groups. We got on and the flight was delayed another hour. As everything else in Italy, no explanation was given for the delay.
This made our connection in Chicago pretty tight. Deplaning, going through immigration, getting our luggages, customs, checking bags back in, taking the train, going through security again, and walking to C gates, by the time we got to that gate, the plane to Denver was also boarding! I had to run to get the kids some McDonald's as they were hungry and not excited for airplane food, even the kids airplane meals we had preordered.
We got back home on Monday night around 10:30 pm, and Audrey woke up at 2:30 am! The rest of us couldn't sleep pass 4 am either. Back to work and school the next morning, and adjusting slowly every day.
It was a fantastic trip. I hope the kids remember some parts of it. Final thoughts:
- want to go back to Florence again
- want to check out Venice, Naples and more places next time
- loved the food!
- hope to see my cousins, aunts and uncles a lot sooner than another 15 years