I'm stuck in Rome.

I flew out here last week to pay my family a visit.  Double-cheek kisses and meatballs were abound.  I quoted The Godfather to hearty laughs.  I drank lots of wine.  I braved the streets of Rome in a car the size of a dishwasher.

Alas, it seems that my scheme to obtain a return ticket "when I was ready to go" backfired, as I have not been able to find one for the money that I have left.  This has happened to be before.  You'd think I would learn my lesson.

Ciao, and I'll be in touch when I get back for some much needed "attention"!.