The very first thing I learned in Rome is that they don’t make Italian women like the rest of us. Italian women are fashionable to a fault; they exude grace and elegance.
The streets of Rome are made of cobblestones which are apparently very durable, seeing as they’ve lasted 2000+ years or so, but which aren’t exactly easy to walk on in high heels, but that doesn’t faze Italian women in the least.
Every night of the week, but especially Saturday and Sunday when the people show up dressed to the nines, the entire city commences on a long evening stroll from the Piazza del Popolo down the Via Del Corso. It is a beautiful thing to behold, these Italian women sauntering down the street in their high heels appearing completely oblivious that their footwear and their walking surface are completely incompatible.
I’m pretty sure that an Italian woman could snap a man’s neck with her ankles. I love seeing elegance and grace married to sheer tenacity, and these women set the bar high for that sort of thing.
On top of that, I have a little love affair with pretty footwear, so that right there makes Rome a magical city for me. Here’s my feeble attempt at looking fabulous while attempting not to break an ankle. I didn’t make too far but I’m proud I at least tried.
There are centuries worth of wonders to see in Rome. Nine days was not nearly long enough. But we were able to take in the Colosseum.
Later we made our way over to Vatican City for a look at the famous ceiling. What they don’t tell you is that before you get to the THE ceiling you’re going to look at dozens of other remarkable ceilings. The whole experience at St. Peter’s Basillica and then the Sistine Chapel is beyond any words. Grandiose? Maybe. Overwhelimg? Without a doubt. Here’s a picture of me looking up which is a good metaphore for where my life is headed from here on out.
Oh yeah, I switched into some reasonable footwear. I’m wild, but I’m not crazy.
I don’t care what they say about soccer, dining out is the Great Roman past time. These people know how to eat out! Like Dorothy will miss the Scarecrow, I’ll miss the eating out the most. I live in a town with less than 10 restaurants and out of those 10 only about 3 are worth eating at.
We have lots and lots of pictures of us eating out but I think this is one of my favorites. Pure, unadulterated satiation is pictured here. We were definitely happy.
Jeff and I wanted to experience a bit of what living in Rome might be like, so we rented a vacation apartment rather than stay in a hotel. We loved our little place near the Spanish Steps. We had a beautiful terrace where we drank our tea everyday while planning the day’s activities.
The bathroom had a window that we’re pretty sure was retrofitted. It tunneled through the walls of the building to bring in the light of day.
A trip to Rome isn’t a trip to Rome without a tour of all the great archeological sites. Every corner you turn presents you with a new opportunity to walk through the literal pages of history. Here’s us at the Colosseum feeling very happy. We loved the Colosseum. In fact, there wasn’t one thing we didn’t love about Rome. We had a marvelous time.