Leaving Rome

The time had come to say goodbye to Rome and board a train bound for Florence, or Firenze, as we locals like to call it.  Due to great planning on Katie’s part we were only about a block from the train station, which was good because I don’t think she could have carried both our back packs much  further than that. The train station was big and a bit confusing. A nice gentleman, seeing the confusion on our faces, asked if we needed assistance.  I was expecting him to just give us directions but he practically took us by the hand and took us to our boarding area.  On the way, Katie gave me two euro to give him.  I thought it would insult him that we were giving him money for his kindness.  Instead, he looked at the money and asked for more.  I have to hand it to Katie, I didn’t see that one coming.  I’m pretty sure it was not listed in any of the travel warnings.