I loved getting lost in stories about Rome, of Romulus and Remus, the river Tiber, Rome’s formidable armies, the ruthless gladiators, politicians in togas. Rome was the pinnacle civilisation in history that will never be forgotten.
For years and years Rome was the main reason I wanted to go to Europe. Hilary Duff added more to this lust to see Rome after the notable (and might I add, absolutely brilliant) Lizzie McGuire Movie with sensationalised and staged features within the film at Rome’s most notable and iconic sites. After being denied attending an ancient history school camp visiting Italy by my parents at 13, I first visited Europe in 2011, Rome inclusive, at that time on Christmas Day. The city is a wonderful mix of places of religious and historical significance, and now a cosmopolitan, art and culture hub. And whilst it may not be your typical backpacker paradise, every corner features a slice of something remarkable. Rome to me is eternal.
Rome is quite romantic in the simplest of ways. Rolling out of bed, you can smell the aroma of coffee beans, lulling you into unsuspecting hole in the wall cafes, and out again, energised for a walk through the cobblestone transitioning to bitchumen roads from historic site to site. The old intertwined with the new, young boys skating recklessly past Ancient Churches, nuns walking side by side with fashionable italian women in what they would consider questionably short skirts. Crumbling historical sites, yet somehow still so majestic and glorious, you can fill in the gaps and just envision what once was. Unimaginably delectable pizza and pasta with less ingredients (and no pineapple thank god) but somehow more flavour and punch.
Rome is the centre within which thousands of notable stories throughout our time began, were sustained or ended. I found it easy to get mesmerised at every turn. Here is what I saw.