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ITALY 2018

Updated: Mar 4, 2019

I'm sitting in my Air B&B in Positano, Italy while I write this. 

Here is my view. 😳

Insane right?

Never in a million years did I think I would be able to tackle small Italian costal towns totally inaccessible to the handicap; no end of stairs in sight with luggage in tow. 

This is what it took:

Two flights.

A 10 hour layover in Dublin. We stored our luggage at the airport and went to explore. Here are some photos.

Yes, we did the 10:00 AM Pub thing even though both of us hate beer. Hopefully the lads next to us finished off our full glasses.

The details in Dublin make everything look so darn cute.

Okay, where were we?

Two flights.

A 10 hour layover in Dublin.

One more flight to Rome.

One train.

One bus.

Boom. We've landed at our Air B&B. (It was adorable.)

& it totally helped that the man who checked us in was the most beautiful man Katie and I have ever seen in real life. Holy hell.

Out like a light.

Up the next morning to see some sights. 

Here are some views out our window. 

We intended on seeing Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps and the Colosseum.

We woke up, graced the world with our presence and were off to find the ticket station so we could book a fast train to Positano for later in the day. 

At that point we were so exhausted we decided to leave Rome earlier than anticipated and skip the later two attractions and get out of dodge.

Maybe a good choice for us because this happened.


An explosion.


Everybody around the fountain just stared at one another.

What the hell was that.

Then it came.

The big cloud of black smoke engulfing the area.


We have to get out of here.

Was that a bomb?

A parade of people trying to exit one of the main tourist destinations in Rome.

What the?

Is this really happening?



Luckily there was a very nice cab driver close to us and loaded us up and got us back to our Air B&B. 

He told us it was a bus on fire.

We ended up seeing the Spanish Steps and the Colosseum from the taxi, so that's a plus! Ha!

Our Air B&B host let us hang out until our train left and off we went.

Here is the crazy.

The bus was their 10th bus to catch fire this year.

While it wasn't the same bus we were on 15 minutes prior, it was the bus stop we were let off at.

& it exploded.

I've never had a sound other than music give me goosebumps.

But holy goosebumps everywhere.

I'm so thankful it wasn't our bus.

I'm so thankful the driver was able to save every passenger and lead them to safety.

There was one person hurt. A woman who owned the shop it caught fire in front of. She was treated for minor burns last I knew.

If only you could have seen the terror on everybody's face at the fountain that day.

It's so sad to think that everybody's mind went to exactly the same place.

An unsafe world.

Ok, enough of that.

Here is an article.

Off to Positano.

Let's backtrack a bit.

Two flights.

A 10 hour layover in Dublin.

One more flight to Rome.

One train.

One bus.

Boom. We've landed at our Air B&B.

One bus (that thankfully didn't explode).

One taxi.

One fast train from Rome to Salerno.

Two buses (on what we would consider a one way road in the US along the coast of Italy - I will never forget this).

One taxi (with the cutest old couple of life who were on both buses with us too).

A few hundred stairs.

We have landed in our Air B&B in Positano, Italy.

I will never get over the views.