We’ve arrived

Peering out of the plane window I can see Italy below, mountain peaks reaching up to greet us. Tiny houses and roads started to appear; scattered hamlets, then larger towns coming into view. White fluffy clouds hung in mid air; my ears began to pop as we began our descent. A patchwork of fields and crops varying in shades of greens adorn the countryside. Lower and lower, now able to actually see cars driving along roads, the roar of the engines increased as we slowly came in for a gentle landing arriving at Rome's airport. We arrived safe and sound in Italy.The flight was very good, and we arrived on time, being met by a charming Italian driver, who took us on a wonderful detour to our hotel, giving us a glimpse of a few magical historical sites that Italy holds in store. Here I sit writing to you from our hotel that is situated not far from where the Congress is being held. The architecture and buildings everywhere you turn have something of interest. Many streets are cobbled (and not suitable for a wheelchair) but beautiful and every little street holds a charm of its own.  I can hardly believe that we are here. I love art and since a child have dreamt of seeing the Sistine Chapel, so my darling husband, who is intent on making as many of my dreams come true as he can manage, has arranged a tour this morning. There is special access and lifts available to those in wheelchairs, and booking in advance to alleviate waiting in line, there shouldn't be a problem. I shall leave you here, and catch up with you later.