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.
As this was my introduction to the city, I hit up all of the expected cliched tourist sites where I blindly followed a tour guide wielding a brightly coloured umbrella around like a helpless lemming.
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!
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.“