Oh the joys of public transportation. I came to Rome with a romanticized view of public transportation--how eco-chic it would be to take the train every day. That idea lasted about a week.
Today for example, a seemingly normal Friday morning, turned into the commute from hell. I leave the apartment at 7:45 to catch the 8:06 train. I walk down the street and around the corner and see that the tram has just left. No worries though, there is usually one every 5 minutes or so, plus the #3 bus that can get me to the Trastevere Station. Not today though...I wait for 15 minutes--no tram, no bus--then finally at 8:03 the #3 bus pulls up, still no tram in sight, I hop on. The bus is hot and crowded, and there is no way I am going to make it to the station in time for the 8:06. I arrive at the station at 8:12, get to platform 5 and notice there are a ton of people. It turns out the 8:06 train is going to be 5 minutes late, which if you do the math, by the time I get there it is already at least 6 or 7 minutes late. At 8:25, the 8:06 train finally pulls up. For a second I contemplate waiting for the next train because this train is so unbelievably packed. I decide against it--a decision I will soon regret--and squeeze myself in the doorway, thinking if I am against the wall it will be fine. And what might you ask happens next? Someone shoves their hands against my back, nearly making me fall, shoving me into the middle of the train while about 6 more people managed to cram themselves in the doorway. The not so sweet smell of un-showered, non-deodorant wearing Italians is something you just don't quite get used to. And, the fact that the a.c. is either not on or not working doesn't help the situation. 3 stops later, I fight my way off the train--sweating, annoyed and feeling slightly violated after being a sardine for 20 minutes. I walk the final stretch to HQ, swipe my badge, look at my phone and it is 8:45. That's right, 1 hour door-to-door. I am so looking forward to the 17:28 train back to Trastevere.