My 3-day journey to Rome
Rome.
"Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen." --[Benjamin Disraeli]
Rome’s history spans over two and a half thousand years. I just attempted to experience it in 3 days. So needless, to say, it was a whirlwind trip to Italy’s capital where I saw, felt, tasted and smelled my way through the historically modern city.
The four hour bus ride wasn't intolerable until we pulled into the city amidst snow. Yes, snow. It was the first time in over 25 years that the city has seen the cold, wet, powdery white stuff. It was almost as if Colorado had called ahead to tell Rome to have a welcoming gift ready for me. [how thoughtful]. I suppose I'm just one of the lucky few who has ever seen a tiny snowman with an umbrella in hand from the same vantage point as I stood to view the massive Colosseum.
So it was soggy footed and from under multiple layers that I also witnessed the Foro Romano, Piazza Venezia and Capitol Hill, Pantheon, and Basilica di San Pietro in Vincoli [where Michelangelo’s sculpture of Mose remains]. And that was just day 1.
Fortunately it was a brilliant cerulean sky that greeted me on day 2. And so I cheerfully [and dryly] visited the Vatican museum, Raphael's rooms, Sistine chapel [at which point I literally lost my breath], Saint Peter’s square, Saint Peter’s Basilica, and the underground tombs of previous popes; and all of this before 1:30 pm. My afternoon’s free time was then filled by enjoying a city tour from atop a bus [earphones, classical music, and professional British accent included]. At night, I joined a hand full of other students at a small pub just around the corner from the hotel where there were board games on shelves nearby. And so we attempted to play trivial pursuit, in Italian.
Day 3 tours included the inside of the Colosseum [which had been closed due to snow], Isola Tiberina and the Jewish ghetto, Piazza Navona, and Trevi fountain. I even threw in 2 coins, over the left shoulder, and made a wish...on valentine's day. Then rather than visiting the Spanish Steps, a group of us ventured to the top of the 'wedding cake' building to experience yet another breathtaking view overlooking the entire city; or at least as far as my eyes allowed. Then, after indulging in the most ridiculously tasty Nutella gelato, it was back on the bus for the trek back to Florence.
Basically, Rome was sensational. The trip was three days I've been dreaming of for, literally, most of my life. Three days I know I’ll cherish. Three days I'll draw inspiration from. And three days I trust I will find in my dreams from now on, until I can experience it again.