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When in Rome…

July 10, 2012

My first full weekend in Italy was spent in the eternal city: Roma.

When in Rome… Survive. The first (and admittedly, worst) comment I have to make about my trip to Rome this weekend is to survive the journey. I received a lovely skin color alteration while there, for I regrettably neglected to put sunscreen on and in return found myself to look like something of a lobster after walking around all day. But that’s okay. On Saturday night, one of my roommates sliced her finger on her exposed razor while reaching into her suitcase. That was fun. And then we had some… issues making it to the train back to Florence on time. But no worries, everything worked out.

When in Rome… Walk. Now for the good stuff. Over the weekend, I saw many of the places people always dream of seeing: the ones documented forever in movies, books, and other media. We walked around the main piazza in Vatican City and then went on to see the Castel Sant’Angelo, the Fontana di Trevi, the Pantheon, the Colosseo, the Forum, and many other fountains and piazzas. It was a quality weekend because we didn’t rush ourselves, and we made sure to see everything we wanted.

When in Rome… Think. Part of being a history major means when I see really old or historic buildings, I get chills. I have moments when I am in awe of the fact that I am standing in the middle of a piazza designed by Michelangelo — THE Michelangelo who I have been reading and learning about since eighth grade. I walked out the metro stop at the Colosseo and standing before me in all its glory, the structure that has been strong through so many changes in the world. I touched the Pantheon. I just can hardly believe I am doing these things, but at the same time, I feel like I’m doing exactly what I am supposed to do this summer.

When in Rome… Enjoy. Traveling is stressful. But above all, it is a privilege that should be enjoyed and lack complaining. So my best advice is when in Rome, enjoy yourself. Even if your food doesn’t come for a half hour, you wake up two hours later than your alarm or you can’t find the Great Synagogue, enjoy yourself and be grateful for everything you did have the opportunity to do.

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