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Rome is the very first European city that I ever visited. There was no turning back, as I fell in love not only with the city but the country and continent itself. It was the beginning of the end as it led me to change my life forever when I moved from Toronto to Berlin to start a new life abroad.
For this reason, Rome will always hold a special place in my heart. It was here that I felt happiness greater than anything I’d ever known. For the first time ever, I actually wept tears of joy.
First up was the Vatican, also where the tears started falling.
I just couldn’t believe that I was there, in Rome! At the Vatican! Me! Seeing a place that I’d only seen featured on TV or read about in books. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d see it with my own eyes.
Saint Peter’s Basilica and Square were out of this world.
Then it was off to Trevi Fountain. I didn’t throw any coins in as one is supposed to do when visiting the site, but one part of the superstition did come true. I’ve been back to Italy several times since then – four times alone in 2012! It remains to be seen if I’ll marry an Italian …
Later the Pantheon.
And Piazza Navona.
Next was the ever so iconic Coliseum.
I just had to take a picture of the tourists taking pictures of the feral cats wandering around the Coliseum. These celebrity like cats had their own paparazzi.
Finally we made our way to the forum. And … cue for more weeping to ensue. Seeing these ancient sites was again something too surreal to bear.
Stifle that groan! It’s true, Rome was a literal burst of sunshine into my life.
Hilariously, this sudden appearance of a torrential downpour also brought several men – seemingly out of no where – to start selling umbrellas to the poor tourists who were only too happy to shell out their precious Euros to stay dry. A worthwhile scam!
Hmm, are you sold? I was then and I am now. I feel the city calling me back. How about we go together? We can book flights to Rome with Monarch.
So yes, if Rome were a man and I wanted to write him a love letter. It would begin with something simple, lame and utterly cliched as my post’s subject line – “Dear Rome, I love you.” I’d also end with a “P.S. I miss you and will see you soon.“
* This post was done in partnership with Monarch.
A Canadian who quit her job, sold everything she owned and left behind a great life all to move to Berlin for 18 months. Now based at home again in Toronto, Cheryl continues her career as a freelance writer specializing in European travel and expat life. She's now on a mission to slowly re-discover her home and native land through a series of weekend trips.
Cheryl Howard.A Canadian who quit her job, sold everything she owned and left behind a great life all to move to Berlin for 18 months. Now based at home again in Toronto, Cheryl continues her career as a freelance writer specializing in European travel and expat life. She's now on a mission to slowly re-discover her home and native land through a series of weekend trips.
Filled with wanderlust, her nomadic heart and soul has taken her to over 25 countries throughout North and South America, the Caribbean and Europe. Unable to sit still for long, she's always planning her next trip.
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