I'm 65 and a few months ago flew alone to Rome for a week's R&R. There were a couple of "lasses" (late 30s) on the plane, en route to Sorrento...dressed to kill in skimpy lace and evidently ready to party. Loud but lovely - you get the picture. When we got off at Ciampino, we looked for the bus into town together, and they were very sweet to me. We arrived at Rome Termini, and although I know Rome really well, it took me a minute to get my bearings. They were very concerned and offered to share their taxi take me to my hotel. I assured them that my hotel was only 100 m walk away, and set out, waving cheerily. They stood watching me go, obviously still worried that the old duck might get herself lost, and I heard one say "Oh bless...". I just don't understand when I became old....