Revenge

 One of the rules for traveling with the group of 16 was to be in the lobby ready to go 30 minutes before the time.  That was to assure that everyone would be on time.  We were scheduled to leave the hotel in Rome for the airport at 10am.  All had left wake-up calls with the desk.  So, at 9:30 the group started to assemble.
 At 9:45, most everyone was there except for Sandra and Talula.  Mr. Vivian was getting worried, because the bus would be there at 10, and we had a flight to catch.  I called their room, and a sleepy Sandra answered the phone.  I told her they had 15 minutes to get downstairs, and she slammed the phone down.  It seems that the hotel got them back for the trick we had played on the bellhop the night before, and they didn't give the wake-up call to Sandra's room.  The girls threw on some clothes, and ran downstairs just in time for the bus.  When they got downstairs, they looked over to the desk and found the employees smiling at them.  It was revenge.  We vowed never to come back there again.
 We got to the airport and boarded a flight to Tel Aviv.  It was our next stop on the tour.  We flew over the water and got into Tel Aviv that afternoon, or as Talula liked to call it:  "Tel Aviva".  Our hotel was the Pan American on the water.  It was very nice and modern, especially after the last two hotels on the tour.  I learned later that a couple of the girls met a couple of Israeli guys to learn something of the area.  I dipped my toes in the water.
 The rest of the day was uneventful, but that was soon to change.