I was going to write about how Rome kicked my ass today.
How I landed with a head cold and no luggage, and it went downhill from there.
How it took me 5 hours to get from the airport to my AirBnb in the traffic, on 2 buses and a metro. How 3 different people sent me in 3 different directions, and at one point I had to pee so badly I could have cried. How I got here, to my AirBnb, and the owners weren't home, and it was raining. How my first dinner in Rome ended up being conveyor belt sushi, in a shopping mall.
But then I got an email from the Canadian embassy saying that there's been another bombing in Istanbul.
I never know where to put myself. How to be good and useful in this world. How to do the right thing and help in the right places. Going to Italy felt like an indulgence. Now it really seems that way.