Part eight 8.1The planes were drawing white lines on the clear blue sky. Ted was standing on the terrace and was watching them pensively. He wondered if any of the planes was flying to Boston. He smiled to himself as he looked at the view of Rome in front of him.
His apartment was in a great spot, practically in the heart of the historic city, between Piazza dell’Orologio and Piazza Navona. Church towers were peaking above rooftops of the centuries-old tenement houses. As he was drinking his morning coffee, Ted suddenly felt at home, like he has finally found his place on earth. Rome had become his city. He was absolutely certain that this is where he wanted to spend the rest of his life, this is where he wanted to grow old. Who knows, maybe at Monica Sophia’s side?
Almost a year had pas
