I'm in Rome?

After a stress-filled day of departure during which Alex got sick, I threw out my back, and Hurricane Irene's aftermath did its best to keep us from getting to Newark on time, we've somehow managed to make it to our little apartment in Trastevere, Rome. The flight was very tolerable, despite the evil little girl who would not stop pushing on my seat and one very loud German child. We arrived early at 6:40 am instead of 7:15. We waited 20ish minutes for our luggage and then breezed through customs. And then we sat. And sat. Until around 8:30 when the ISA folks showed up. And guess what? We sat some more after that, waiting for more people from our program to arrive. But finally we got into the van and our nice Italian driverman brought us to our building. The ride in the tiny, ancient elevator with about 90lbs of luggage was a little tense, but Alex and I got to our apartment, picked a room with a balcony, and here we are. I'm almost done unpacking and then it's nap time. Besides the lack of air conditioning, this place seems alright for four months. I'll post pictures as soon as my room isn't a disaster.