I went to my niece's wedding in the UK earlier this year, then went to Rome for a week. I really enjoyed doing it on my own - though in the past the DH and I have done loads of backpacking and unorganised trips. Funny though, on the plane from Manchester to Rome, there 3 real "Lancashire lasses" all ready to party. Very loud, already a little primed-up, wearing lots of sparkles and leopard skin. We were waiting for the Rome bus at Ciampino airport - they needed help, as they had never been to Rome before, and I know the city well. They very sweetly "helped" me onto the bus, chatted with me, and when we got off in Rome, asked me if I would like to share their taxi. I declined, saying I would walk to my pensione near the Termini. They were terribly solicitous, and obviously worried about the old duck on her own. As we parted, they called out that they hoped I would be ok, stood watching me to ensure I got across the road safely, then I heard one say "Oh, bless!" When did I become an old duck?? I'm only 65! They were so lovely, though.