Ah, Rome. What images sift to the forefront at that word? Ancient ruins, chaotic streets full of Vespas, roma tomatoes? Acres of cobblestones, tightly-clad women speaking that beautiful language into their cell phones, men in dark business suits speaking with their hands, the slowly flowing Tiber, the exquisite design seen in the shop windows, the smells of garlicky sauces?



Old things everywhere you look.

You can't help but feel a bit young next to all the ancient backdrops.


(and I must admit, the art isn't bad for the body image as well..)

(forgive me; so hard to choose which photos to post)


My favorite moments: strolling through the streets and figuring out how to cross those busy roads. Crosswalks are based on confidence and peripheral vision, with a smattering of good luck.
Also, seeing the Sistine Chapel. Walking through the Vatican, it was almost a "Mona Lisa" experience: everyone herded along with one goal in mind - to see the famous Michelango touching fingers. When we arrived, finally, at the chapel entrance (us and a tour of 500 or so), the guard dramatically closed the doors, saying something in Italian to the affect of "Go away, you are too late, we are closed!" to our dismayed faces. And then, just as dramatically, opening the doors again to the affect of "jk, lol".
The art was astounding.

The pantheon dome. Didn't know that the romans invented cement. Their brilliance is awe-inspiring. Why do none of their bathrooms work??

And then, these guys. Better have comfortable shoes. I saw Italian women in their clicky-clack high heels and tried to figure out how they navigated the stones. Genetic, I imagine.

So, of course, on the narrow streets and limited parking, Vespas are King. But also saw small, vintage Fiats...

... and tiny trucks...

...and even tinier cars...


wth??
Lots of laughs, and not tooo much crabbiness when we got lost. Which we did, but not as badly as in Venice.

Roma. Amor.
Grazie. Prego. Arrivederci.
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