It was inevitable. It was fate. No matter where I was and where I was going, one day I was going to end up in Rome. Because as they say, ‘All roads lead to Rome’, right?
Have you ever missed a place without having actually been there? That’s how I felt about Rome my entire life. I have missed it as if in another lifetime, I had lived there for a lifetime. So you can imagine my exhilaration and anticipation leading up to that flight.
I finally got to see Rome, taste Rome, smell Rome. And capture all of it; its entangled streets that go on and go on like a madman’s sentences, the cobblestones that contain the echos of centuries bygone, the ruins that speak of the riches of yesteryears, the churches that made history and became history, the archaic structures that impress and allure, intimidate and awaken. North American cities always look forward, to the future that is yet to come. But to be in a place like Rome is it to cherish the past, to understand where we came from, what we gained, and what we lost.
And as a side note, the pizza and pasta wasn’t too shabby either 🙂