The First of Many: Rome

I’ve made it a habit to organize everything in my mind before traveling somewhere. For this reason, I try to avoid spontaneous and unplanned actions as much as possible. Ironically, the opportunity to visit Rome came knocking when I least expected it. All I had to do was grab my backpack and set off.

I started my journey from the Netherlands on Thursday at 3:00 PM. It ended on Friday at 6:30 AM after a plane and two buses. Until I got off, I only thought about reaching the hotel and sleeping. However, the moment I set foot in Rome, the drowsiness clouding my mind quickly dissipated. The day was just beginning, and I expected the streets to be deserted. But as I walked along, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from nearby bakeries signaled that the Italians were already up and about. The cold waters flowing from the fountains, quenching my thirst, reflected the generosity of the city. Filled with a sense of peace, I finally found my way to my bed. I didn’t even take off my clothes. I fell asleep.

The Enchanting Atmosphere of Santa Maria Maggiore

After a few hours of rest, my friend, who had arrived the night before, and I decided to explore the city. Guided by our empty stomachs, we found a shaded table in a cozy local café. I ordered a tomato focaccia, which turned out to be one of the most delicious things I tasted throughout my Italy trip. After finishing breakfast and paying the bill. We grabbed our map and started navigating the streets like curious explorers. Eager to uncover Rome’s hidden treasures. If you plan to wander around in the intense 38-degree August heat, don’t forget to wear a hat for protection.

Our first destination was the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore. From the moment I stepped inside, the bar was set so high that I thought it would be tough to find anything more impressive. The basilica’s intricate carvings, towering signature columns, and beautiful frescoes covering the walls made it a captivating Medieval masterpiece. You could easily spend a few hours in awe, admiring the beauty around you. Another advantage is that entry is completely free, making it even more appealing. I wandered around with my hands behind my back, observing every detail. I took many photos to capture the beautiful scenes. Afterward, I visited several charming shops in the area. I bought a few souvenirs to remember this experience.

Rome’s Hidden Traps: Bargaining with a Gladiator

After cooling off from the midday heat with an iced lemonade at an Indian restaurant. We headed towards the Colosseum, the symbol of Rome. As we approached the square that opened up from the side streets. This majestic stone arena greeted us and left me momentarily speechless. Then, we set about finding the best angle to capture it in a photo. We managed to immortalize the moment in a clearing not obstructed by the surrounding trees.

As we were walking down towards the Colosseum, I was suddenly stopped by an Italian dressed in a gladiator costume. He placed the helmet on my head, handed me his sword, and told my friend to take a picture. While I thought, “He must have seen something special in me,” he made his intentions clear by showing a hand full of banknotes. Naturally, I refused to pay. He then demanded that I delete the photos. Fortunately, he wasn’t aware of the “recently deleted” folder on phones 🙂

Thus, we were introduced to the disguised robberies that would appear throughout our entire trip to Rome.

History and Scenery: The Charm of the Vittorio Emanuele II Monument

After getting a closer look at the Colosseum and being assured of its immense size, we began walking with the Roman Forum to our left. Stopping every few steps to take pictures, it became clear how much of a historic city Rome truly is. Passing through the soothing musical performances of street musicians, we arrived at what would be the highlight of my Rome trip: the Vittorio Emanuele II Monument. Until writing this piece, I mistakenly thought this 19th-century monument dated back to ancient times. Architecturally and aesthetically, as well as for the city view it offers, it’s a true masterpiece.

We concluded this tiring yet wonderful day on its rooftop terrace, enjoying the panorama of the city. Afterward, we had dinner at a restaurant just a two-minute walk from the Colosseum, which had an excellent price-to-performance ratio (Trattoria Luzzi). We then returned to our hotel, strolling through the quiet streets.

A More Relaxed Second Day

Our second day was relatively more relaxed. In the morning, we headed to the Spanish Steps and took the obligatory photos, as is customary. Afterward, we spent some individual time on the brand-filled streets. As a must-do for any boy, I lost myself for a while in the Lego store. For lunch, we went to an “award-winning” restaurant, but the spaghetti I had ended up being quite disappointing.

After lunch, we arrived in front of the Pantheon. There, I met my Senegalese friend Musa, who first placed a bracelet on my wrist as a “gift” and then asked for money in return. With my bargaining and acting skills, I managed to get the bracelet for free. Our next stop was Two Sizes, a small and charming shop where we went to erase the bad memories of lunch with some delicious tiramisu. As the name suggests, the tiramisus are sold in two different cup sizes, and there’s always a small queue outside. I loved the classic flavor. I guess I’ll have to save the others for another time.

The Last Supper

Towards the evening, I set off for Giardino Degli Aranci, one of the best spots in Rome to witness the sunset in all its glory. With orange trees surrounding you, the emotional melodies of a guitar floating in the air behind you, and the entire city sprawling beneath your feet, it’s only natural to wish for the presence of someone special by your side. Thus, I wouldn’t recommend coming alone unless you’re truly at peace with your solitude. After watching the sun slide down the horizon like a child, I descended to the banks of the Tiber River, which divides the city in two. Crossing over the bridge, I entered Trastevere, known as the evening entertainment center for the youth.

I found a quiet corner to enjoy my chicken trapizzino, which was so delicious that I didn’t realize how quickly it was gone, while watching the people joyfully dancing in the square. As the crowd began to disperse, we, too, started making our way back. After a fifty-minute walk, we marked the official end of our trip to Rome.

When we boarded the bus early in the morning, I was left with just one regret: not knowing enough about what might be the greatest empire in history before seeing it firsthand. I owe this city a thank you for reigniting my long-dwindling passion for reading. As I leaned back in my seat, lost in these thoughts while gazing out the window, the bus was heading toward the birthplace of the Renaissance, Florence.

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