Finally made it to Rome.
I’ve heard about this city my whole life — through movies, documentaries, random stories people tell when they want to sound cultured.
So when I actually got here, it felt strange.
Almost unreal. Like walking into a place I’d already visited in my head a hundred times.
It rained. Hard.
Didn’t matter.
Rome still looked like Rome.
and it’s not even running. Figures.
Still, the grandeur hit me just fine.
The Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain —
all those places you’ve seen a million times in photos.
In person, they just stand there quietly, not trying too hard,
but somehow still overwhelming.
I signed up for a tour because, honestly, I was too lazy to plan anything.
Turned out I was the only one who booked it.
Private tour. Just like that.
Lucky, I guess.
Amatriciana… way better than I expected.
strangely fascinating.
And the food.
Out of this short trip in Italy,
Rome had the best meals for me.
Maybe it was random luck. Maybe not.
Everyone might say something different.
But to me, Rome tasted the best.
If time passes and I ever get the chance to come back,
I probably will.
Not because I have to.
Just because it feels like a place you can return to without a reason.
Ci vediamo un giorno.
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