Here are a few things I discovered pertinent to the secrets of an old Woman.
Maybe it was the mask hiding my wrinkles, or maybe my spryness getting on and off the bus, but no one ever offered me a seat. I guess I didn’t fit the prototype of what is consider to be an old woman.
Nor did I feel like an old woman. I was able to travel with my usual ease—agility and no worry.
Except, for a little internet/app help. The young woman at the hotel in Rome made an appointment for me to get a Covid test (necessary to get into the U.S.) and then retrieved and printed out the negative results for me to present when I got to the airport.
One other secret! I was delighted not to talk about aging or health issues. For two weeks. I was away from any ‘old woman’ conversation. For two weeks, age didn’t define me, personally or publicly.