The picture that proves we were there.
was a refreshing experience. After about 1 week spent in Paris, Amsterdam and Brugge, my italian biological clock was ticking really hard: I NEEDED PASTA! A respectable italian woman does NOT (I said DOES NOT) go one full week without pasta. When we got to Rome, we had booked a 3 stelle hotel in the Trevi
district, in the centre of the city. We arrived (6 months today) at around 11 o'clock. Our taxi driver from the aeroport drove fast (I expected it), through the streets, yelling the name of historical sites as we passed them. Piazza Venezia and the Coloseum took my break away! We turned up (or down, by that time I was utterly confused as to where I was) our street and there was our little hotel: Hotel De Petris.
Piazza di Spagna.
We were so tired and so pleased with our room, that had been newly removated (CLEAN WASHROOM and NO CARPETS are key here), we went straight to sleep. The following morning, we were trying to find a breakfast place nearby. The only problem was that the collazione was only served after 10 or 11. We settled for some heated up croissant, which we then found out was what all the hotel's sold (we had forgotten that they served brekafast at the hotel). We then headed straight back for the hotel: at 1 p.m., we were to be picked up from the hotel by the Private Tour of the VATICAN we had booked on venere.com! Ok, my mom paid for us. She would have maybe disowned me if I'd hadn't gone to see the Vatican
(she studied in art).
Trevi at night.
Our tour guide, Julio, was rather used to guiding people through crowded aeras (my boyfriend however, was getting nervous), and just swept us through the crowds of tourists. He gave us a 3 hours history lesson on everything we saw. I was dissapointed the Rafael roomes were under construction though: they should have mentionned that because we bought the tour! The tour ended at about 5, and after trying to get the perfect picture of my boyfriend and I in from of the Bernini columns, I settled down on a Gelato (lemon makes you more thirsty, btw. they arn't stupid these Romans). It happened to be the cheapest one I paid, even though it was in Vatican City! We walked past Castello Sant'Angelo, over the Tibre, through Santa Maria del Popolo, through Piazza di Spagna... We then stopped at a ciarcutteria (forgive any spelling mistakes) for some olives and mortadella.
View from Giardino Borghese (Pincio).
I come from Montréal, and we have our share or italian butchers, but this was WOW. What made our modest supper even better was our view from the Spanish Steps: designer boutiques! Roman women and men were all clad in the most fabulous, classy outfits. I was impressed (and proud). The sun went down late that night. We walked all the way back to Trevi, took some pictures, and went to talk on our terrace until about 2 A.M.
The next morning we ate at the hotel, and made our way back to Piazza di Spagna, but this time on top of the steps: we were going to visit Giardino Borghese. What I then experienced is too amazing for words. It's the most beautiful place in the city, and it must be one of the most spectacular ones in the world. It's beauty, but mostly it's atmosphere, made us want to spend most of our day just walking the paths and listening to the crickets in the grass.
We took Via Veneto back to Palazzo Barbierini and down to the old city. The clash of the old and the "new" was so beautiful. With the sun beating down our necks, we walked through the Fori and around the Coliseum, which apparently had been invaded by japonese tourists. We ended our day in Piazza Navona, at an italian restaurant, and a had a truly great thin-crust cheese pizza all to myself.
Viva Roma! <3