Rome the adventure

Ok, We had just gotten to Rome and boy was that a frustrating day. We got in at about 9 or so, mom says 9 30 I say 9. We went to a taxi post to try and get to our hotel because it was so late and we didn't know how the metro or buses worked. The taxi cost 30-40 euros, so we went back into the train station because that was not going to fly. I was really mad and tired and sore, I have the bruises to prove my mood, literally...anyways I went to find a bus route or something so we could get down to our hotel, which we knew was on via christophoro columbo, but we weren't sure how far. I found a bus that took us down that road and we proceded to try and find that. On our way out to the bus stop is where my first bruise happened. We got outside and saw the bus pull up so we ran towards it to try and get on. In the process of doing so, my suitcase handle fell off, no I would actually describe it as bursting out of my suitcase with such force that the handle flew towards my body and my right leg, bruise #1 I wrestled with the suitcase for a second, #2; we kept on walking to get to the bus, which had promptly changed into another route #. We got on the bus, #3; a lady there told us that there were two via christoporo columbus but after we described where we were going she assured us we were on the right one. We rode the bus for a while feeling pretty good about it until the lady told us where our stop was. She was really nice and tried to get us off right in front of the hotel but the bus driver wouldn't stop so she showed us when to get off. Hopping off the bus #4, we found we were in the middle of nowhere, we passed a couple of stops and found no hotel called columbo. We got back onto another bus #'s 5 6 7 8, which all turned into one large bruise, were caused at that point. Anyways, so we rode this bus with three drag queens, who seemed very nice but I was not in the mood to speak to them, and I think mom might have had a coranary. We rode to a sub station stop where the bus driver told us to wait because the hotel was back the other way, and then promptly kicked off the man who had been sleeping and was, we found out after he woke up, drunk...fun. He yelled at the bus driver but got off, we think yelling explicatives, and told the bus to go. The bus driver stopped at what he thought was our hotel but was in fact the other one that the first girl told us to get off at. We assured him it was not our hotel and stayed on the bus. I was near to tears by this point but mom tried to reassure me, and when we got back to the train station we found the first bus driver and mom got him to take us to our hotel for less then he wanted to. We rode back along the same route as the bus, past the churches, past the first hotel we saw, past the sub station and another half a mile until we pulled up in front of our hotel.
So by now it was midnight, I was exhausted and so was mom, but we got there safe and sound.