As you might be aware, I was recently in Barcelona, where I played rock paper scissors all over the city. Now I am in Rome!
Outside the Colosseum.
Inside the Colosseum.
Inside the Colosseum again.
Arco di Constantino.
Fontana di Trevi, the largest fountain in Rome.
Pantheon.
Piazza Della Repubblica.
Outside the Vatican.
But What Did You Actually Do?
We got lost a lot. I never thought that at any point in my life I’d say “we’ll know if this is the right way back if we see the Colloseum on our left”, but life is just full of surprises. Eventually I figured out how to navigate the city (still not as confusing as Amsterdam, or as “AGH I’M GOING TO GET RUN OVER BY A BUS/CAR/BIKE/PEDESTRIAN” as Amsterdam either, but notably so all the same), and we crammed the Fontana di Travi, the Vatican, the Vatican museum, and the Pantheon into one day, which isn’t quite as impressive as it might sound, but we did get to fill our “run the fuck all over a city in a day or two” requirement.
After all that we ran to the Gallery Borghese on the opposite end of Rome only to find it had closed half an hour before we got there. So we went back the next morning and crammed it in before our train to Florence.
But Do You Have Any Fun Hostel Stories?
Not like I did for Barcelona, but I did have some really cool, really nice university students in my room. Two girls traveling together, one of whom lived in the next city we were going to, recommended some places to go, and a guy from Peru studying abroad in Madrid checked in around midnight when I was the only one still awake asked me if I spoke English or Spanish and, as I did, we had a nice conversation while he moved in, and then talked a bit more in the next few days too.
Scary hostel stories? NOT SO.
The People Have Spoken