A Hungry Morning.

I woke up in Rome.
In a quant hotel just outside Vatican City, along the River Tiber.

The sun paints the city a brilliant gold, as it floats up from the horizon.
The air swirling with the smell of espresso, and a hint of what can only be described as, burnt clay.

Roman mornings are perfect.
Well, almost perfect — turns out its hard to find actual substance before 11 am.
The curvy, full lipped barista at this cafe could only offer me an espresso and a croissant.

Yesterday, we arrived late morning and headed straight for the metro to the Colosseum.

My imagination ran wild, as it pictured Gladiators fighting for their honor.
A belittling thought, to stand in a spot where hundreds and thousands were killed for shear entertainment. To stand on the foundation of an empire that survived thousands of years. It’s humbling.
I snagged myself a magnet in hopes that it would remind me of the feeling.


The thing about Rome…
Everything is history. Walking from place to place, it’s easy to forget that you’re in a sea of other tourists.

We walked the Spanish Steps and visited the Trevi Fountain.
I threw two coins, with my right hand over my left shoulder into the water.
So I’d imagine my new love interest will be showing up any day now.

One thing I don’t enjoy about Europe, as a whole.
I had to pay for the loo.

With the heat, and the fact that water is a necessity, you’d think I would be able to use the ladies room without producing a euro.
I spent quite some time muttering “bagno” with a slight inflection to identify it as a question.

One thing that is in abundance here. Gelato!
Everywhere you turn there’s a cart, or store front selling this amazing creamy goodness. I don’t know how anyone could resist trying every flavor.

The nights are magic.
The lights in Trastevere give off a yellow glow that softens the hard edges of the cobbled stone, and filters the oranges, pinks and grays in the walls.
The scent of garlic and spices subdue the dry smell of burnt clay.
And the sound of music fills the streets.

What Rome lacks in breakfast, it makes up for in dinner.


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