Blood travels hot towards its intent.
An awakening ensues to the beat of another.
Reaching out with a singular note,
Their call is deafening but with a frequency known only to one,
A private state disguised by the truth behind the expression.
The stone that has protected its inhabitants still stand tall but there are structures that have succumbed to the power of natures hold. Gripped in its hand until the rock begins to crumble and nature steps back and laughs as its pitiful attempt to hold on to its form.
A bus breaks across from Victor Emmanuel II Monument. An arm reaches towards daylight from inside of the bus packed with shapes morphing into one entity encased inside its metal container. Seizing hold of the open doorway a girl pulls herself free and escapes into the open air. Another girl follows in her wake struggling to make her way through the opening left behind. Her Face brushes against the faces of many surround her. When a drop of sweat tickles her face, she faces immediately contorts with the liquid moving along her skin. Maneuvering her arm from the midst of the creature’s bowels she clears her skin of the foreign object before pushing free of the sweaty enclosure. A third girl rushes towards what remains of the opening between the bodies now closing back in on each other. “Oh,” she gasps. The surprise makes her stop abruptly. She turns to confront the person who has just pinched her bum. A man stood facing her with a smile so wide she could see the reminiscence of his breakfast. BAM! she pushes him and he stumbles back into a pole. The crowd around her backs away and allows her to step off the bus easily. As it pulls away she gives the man still dazed leaning against the pole the middle finger while the other two girls look at each other and begin to laugh at the whole scene. Together they walk away as she reiterates her shock at his behaviour. She stops speaking. Her friends are no longer paying attention but are gazing ahead. She joins them and smiles. Rome is open in front of their eyes. The sweaty bus and its occupants are forgotten.
After locating out tiny Airbnb that had no air condition, no toiletries, no wifi and no hot water we hungrily took the 40-minute bus into the city to find some of that amazingly delicious Italian food that we had been dreaming of. When we finally made it to the city our bellies were growing and becoming inpatient for food. We ended up sitting outside at the first little cafe restaurant we found. This sadly was a mistake. Our first meal in Rome consisted of 9 euro tinned spaghetti. It was like slope still in the shape of the can it came from. You can imagine we were not satisfied in the least. We tried to forget our meal by exploring the city of Rome.
The first place we visited was the Victor Emmanuel II Monument. The Building complexion stands out among the other structures around the area. Its view of Rome is beautiful and is a perfect way to get a glimpse of Rome from above.
Rome like so many other cities in Europe has many beautiful churches. I have always found the architecture inside the buildings wonderful to gaze upon. The attention to detail and the beautiful colours brushed along every wall.
We walked through the city to the Colosseum. One of the most recognized auditoriums in the world. When we arrived our attention was diverted towards the snake-like queue that wrapped itself around its outer body and into the interior. Some advice when visit Rome is to wake with the sun before the eager sightseers so can avoid the never-ending queue. There is also an option online to buy your ticket ahead of time which will also save you some time.
Loud cheers rise up from the stalls scaring off birds that rest along the open rooftop. From below a faint nose begins to form. It quickly grows louder and faster. I small child looks around at the spectators encompassing every space. He climbs down from his stone seat. He feels the dirt and stone under his feet vibrating. The sand covering its surface moves over his sandals with intent. The young boy kneels placing his right ear close to the floor. Through layers of rock and soil, under all of there feet stands an army of men. All of there faces are covered in dirt standing side by side roaring like caged animals. Leather sheets are belted around their chests and spears bang rhythmically in each right-hand. Sweat drips from down there foreheads wetting the soil at their bare feet. Their fear is drowned out by the chants rising from each of their lungs but each heart beats fast aware of that its last moment has come.
When you enter the Coliseum you are can take a guided tour in any language or you can go on a hosted tour. There is a number system that you follow that coincides with your personal headset and the numbers placed around the structure. It gives you information about the different sections of the interior and this history surrounding the Coliseum. It is a wonderful sight to see. It is not hard to picture yourself back in a time when it was still in action. I could feel its barbaric history coating the walls around me in red.
Apparently, September is the month where Rome’s famous sculptures, buildings and fountains are repaired. It seemed the whole city was under construction. The Trevi fountain was covered in scaffolding and hidden behind a translucent barrier to stop us from getting to close. It was a huge disappointment to see it like this. I have seen it in so many films and was so excited to see it in the flesh. I had this wonderful vision of it that crumbled when I arrived at its barrier. People around me were equally as disappointed. The ground around it border was littered with coins thrown over its blockade by the lovers of Rome and those searching for luck in the future that awaits them.
According to the legend, when Numitor the grandfather of the twins Romulus and Remus, was overthrown by his brother Amulius, the usurper ordered the twins to be cast into the Tiber River. They were rescued by a she-wolf who cared for them until a herdsman, Faustulus, found and raised them. The Capitoline Wolf has been housed since 1471 in the Palazzo dei Conservatori on the Campidoglio.
I love hearing about myths like this one. It creates so many tails and so many imaginative stories about ancient times. Rome is full of mythology and the birthplace of so much history that it is understandable why it attracts so many people from all over the world.
If you want to learn anything from my visit there, it would be to go off the beating track and explore its streets and alleys. We found the best Italian restaurants downside treats away from the crowds. We also stumble upon a courtyard full of people relaxing, having drinks and listening to musicians busking. I think this would a recommendation for any city you visit. Just get a little lost.
Have you visited Rome? what would you recommend as a must see? Or good grub? Who doesn’t love Italian 🙂