I could write novels, odes and love letters to this eternal city, and believe me, I have. I’ve written about the way the summer light looks at six in the morning. The way the dust of the city smells of ancient emperors and popes. The way the stones hum under my hands with lives that have been led. And the way that some pasta dishes transport me home.
I’ve always loved Rome, loved it in that way that makes me feel like I’ve been searching for something my whole life and I finally found it in Rome.
The last trip I took was with a group of friends and family, we took a day trip to Rome and I was the tour guide. I promised my group that if they just kept their spirits up and wore shoes that would be comfortable for twelve hours, I would show them the best of Rome. I would entertain them, I would feed them, I would let them shop and of course, I would caffeinate them. It was an amazing trip. Continue reading