rome was a hot, buzzing, golden blur.
it was old bricks and stones and quiet streets of parked mopeds. it was pizza and espresso and clinking our new wedding bands together as we held hands. it was open-roof bus rides, the crash of fountains, and the roar of crowds. it was jet lag and sleeping all day. it was listening to music waft up from the streets at night.
rome was being astounded by the oldness. the many, many feet that have walked those streets; Paul, Luther, so many others. it was artwork; Michelangelo, Raphael. the hush of the Sistine chapel, the yawning view from the top of St. Peter's. it was long walks in the evening, watching the buildings glow just like in roman holiday, listening to the buskers on the sidewalk.
it was old and new and alive and chaotic and messy and delicious and big. i misspelled delicious and google suggested delirious... it was that too, tbh.
Where have you been wandering lately?? Tell me about your latest adventure, whether it was across the world, or across town. Also, what's your favorite and/or dream European destination?