The reason I came to London was to pick up my belongings from an ex-boyfriend’s flat, and on the big day, he decided to be ‘difficult’. I ended up having to move my flight home by a week; so rather than moping around in cold, wet London Town, I went on Skyscanner and searched for the cheapest flight to ‘everywhere’.
To my absolute delight, the search engine returned flights to Rome. Without hesitation, I typed in my credit card information and shot off a message to an old friend from Michigan who has lived there for two years but I somehow never found time to visit.
As they say, when life gives you lemons, book the next flight to Italy and get some limoncello. Or something like that, anyways.
So, I packed my little backpack, and eight hours later landed in the eternal city!
I’d done no pre-planning, unless you count downloading The Lizzie McGuire Movie for the flight over.
Rome is one of those popular touristy places where, if you want to do touristy things, you have to book in advance. So, I didn’t do any of them. Partly because they were all sold out and partly because ticking boxes doesn’t really interest me all that much.
Instead, we wandered around the sun-drenched cobble stoned streets until our poor feet were covered in blisters and stuffed our faces with just about everything I passed by.
Olivia told me that I got super lucky with the weather and arrived on the first true day of spring! But she didn’t have to tell me that, the air was palpable with Spring Fever.
The streets were filled with Romans dining outside or going for an afternoon stroll. Everyone seemed to be waking up from their winter hibernation and coming out to celebrate.
Having wandered for the entirety of the morning, we suddenly realised we were starving. We ducked into the first restaurant we saw and dug in.
The breeze carried the faint scent of fig leaves over to our table as we dined on pasta and wine, and a little trio of musicians came over to serenade us with accordions and violins in exchange for a couple of euros.
Ahhh, when in Rome, eh?
We spent the next day and a half doing much of the same while exploring the city by food – finding lovely little espresso bars down picturesque side streets or al fresco restaurants with views on par with the cuisine.
I did, of course, visit some of the sights. It’s inevitable in Rome, as the history is woven into the very foundation of the city.
I’d turn a corner and realise I was staring face to face with the Parthenon or Colosseum.
In the night, we’d go to Trastevere to some local bar (which Olivia made me pinky promise not to share) for a negroni or two, sipping it on the steps of some piazza.
My time in Italy was truly a dream, and I’m counting down the days until I can go back.
I didn’t have my blogger hat on the entire time, but I will be sure to share a couple of my favourite places with you during the next couple of days.