I wasn’t sure how I felt about leaving our scenic and quaint little town of Manarola for the big city of Rome. Arriving in the bustling central train station, we had a little difficulty, at first, understanding the public transport system. Once we figured that out, we found that we were three for three on our Bed & Breakfasts; all of our accommodations in Italy had been absolutely fantastic and the one in Rome was certainly the most luxurious. It was located only a couple of streets away from the Vatican. Immediately, the city struck me with its resplendence.
There is a lot to see in Rome, and my pictures are not sufficient in capturing the immensity of history and grandeur it has to offer at every turn, nor were we even able to see a large fraction of the sights. Knowing that time limited us, we saw as much as we could but, more importantly, we didn’t overextend ourselves or rush around. We made loose plans and often just wandered, taking the time to enjoy where we were.
Rome is a busy place. The whole city is filled with tourists wanting to see the same historical and awe-inspiring sights. Crowds are not my thing, but I rolled with it.
The sights are so impressive, that, on a number of occasions, my breath was completely taken away. I thought St. Peter’s Square and St. Peter’s Basilica were incredible, Alastair really appreciated all of the Roman ruins around the city, and we both loved the food. The pizzas, gelato, and antipastos were consistently fantastic.
The city is rich with history and I’m so glad Alastair and I had the opportunity to experience Rome together.
Rome was the final chapter in our Italian adventure. In all three regions of Italy, we were met with sincere hospitality and friendliness from the local people. Although our attempts at the Italian language were atrocious, the people we encountered were always gracious and pleased to see us try.
From Rome, we flew back to London…but, not for long.