A few months ago I made what felt like a pilgrimage of sorts–I went back to Rome, the city that started it all for me. I hadn’t stepped foot in the Eternal City since that summer of 2006 for fear … Continue reading
Some very old, mostly film, photos of Rome at night.
My last few days in Rome were sad ones. I’d already said goodbye to quite a few of my classmates who left weeks before me. But there were still a few that I had grown especially close to that I … Continue reading
So, 2006 was a World Cup summer. I have never been a sports fan. Not playing. Not watching. But when in Rome.. so I spent the entire summer watching Italy play. I went to bars and cafes with classmates to … Continue reading
Much of my time in Rome was the same—I had class five days a week for four hours in the morning. Every morning I’d wake up, shower, run to the Ottaviano metro stop, and wait on the platform for the … Continue reading
My first distinct memory of Italy was stepping off the plane and realizing that everything was suddenly real. I was at Fiumicino, and everything was written in Italian, and everyone was speaking Italian. I had a few tasks at hand: … Continue reading
The first time I ever traveled abroad, I was 22 and decided Rome was the place to be! I don’t know exactly why I chose it, as my entire adolescence the one place I desperately wanted to visit was Australia … Continue reading
Eleven years ago I took my first trip abroad to study in Rome, Italy. I’ve written pretty extensively about how that trip changed my life in a variety of ways, but one of the best ways is that it brought … Continue reading