Leaving Cevoli but hold on toyoru privates

This day has to be one of the highlights of my entire trip. Once I tell you the story you will say, “what in the hell is wrong with him?”
We had to leave the Cevoli house for 10 AM. Our train actually left from Pisa at 10 AM so we had to get going early after a very long night of eating and merriment.
Remember 3 cars and 16 people. Candice, Michael and I left in our rental headed to Pisa to return it. Carmen and rest of the crew left a little bit later with her brother to go to Pontedara catch a train to Pisa and we would all meet in Pisa. For the most part the returning of the car and getting to the Pisa train station was mostly uneventful, usual and customary. Candice Michael and I took a quick side trip to the leaning tour of Pisa and its attached buildings. Pretty interesting sight. Loved the street vendors selling stuff even I would not buy.
Carmen and her crew were very late in getting to the station due to some delays in getting to Pontadera with her brother. So were pressed for time. We ran to the Pisa to Rome train. WE all get on find our cabin and that is when it got interesting. I realized some place in between the lobby and the train I had lost my wallet. The train is now moving towards Rome. So, we are all scrambling looking in every bag, under seats, in the hall of the train…you get the drift. So I began to make calls to cancel debit cards etc. After I cancelled the first one the conductor came in and I am trying to speak to him in SpanItalian. I am explaining to him what happened and he cannot understand me. Then he says in very good English. Do you speak English? I say what the heck! So I explained that I had lost my walled would he please call the station to see if by God’s providence grace and mercy someone has turned it in. There was going to be little chance since most of these train stations are full of pick pockets, thieves and con artist. They warn you about all that in Italy especially.
I know this is long but hand in here with me. The conductor gets into the swing of things and calls the Pisa station and there is a big commotion with hollering on the cell phone and everyone is getting fired up. He goes off then comes back and says that the wallet has been found. I really got fired up about this time. So we are at our first stop an hour away from Pisa. I get off the train while everyone continues to Rome. I wait for a return to Pisa. Finally I arrive in Pisa and head to the fine outstanding Police station in the train station. I get there and it is closed. Everything closed for lunch for about 3 hours. But I see a speaker and ring it. I tell them my name and they let me in. They sit me down, we high five and laugh about the idiot who lost his wallet. Nobody spoke English in this station. But all I know that my wallet was sitting there on the counter with all the contents. When they realized I did not speak Italian to go for the commander. Here is where this is really funny.
The commander asks me in broken English, what happened? I told him that I must have dropped my wallet. He said no, you were picked pocketed by an 8 year old and his Egyptian mother. I said, Yes, Sweet! I was fired up that I was picked by an 8 year old. Anyway two hours later after high fiving again and writing out a police report, signing it and congratulating the police on outstanding police work I left heading back to Rome. I really wanted a picture of my police dudes but I did not have my camera.

I finally arrived in Rome about 7 PM that night and met everyone at the hotel and told the story. Guys, this was God watching out for me. Normally these rings of kids in the stations and airports do not get caught. It just happened that two of my police buddies were watching them and actually saw them pick my wallet and caught them on the spot.
Well, after it al settle down we went out to a good ole American meal at the Rome Hard Rock Café. That was the best hamburger I have ever had. After the meal we hired a taxi and took a night tour of Rome. It was just beautiful seeing everything by night. Again it was about 1 Am by the time we arrived back at the hotel.
Tomorrow, we are going to the Coloseum, the Roman Forum, the Capitol, the Vatican and complete the 100th stage of the Tour de Gelato.
We will be home Monday. WE are ready to come home but it is really bittersweet. We have had such a great time that it makes it so hard to leave. But we are ready to come home for sure.
Buono Giorno Y’all