There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being back at “home” especially when welcomed back home by having a super unfriendly bus controller kick you off public transport at the airport for no apparent reason. Don’t ask me why, but I felt oddly at ease being on the metro that had such an air of unhappiness you could almost cut it with a stale brie knife. Oh, but that is Paris…
This past weekend, I was reminded of what it is like to be a girl. I forgot that people just like to give us stuff and talk to us. It was nice to be reminded that we’re actually half decently attractive and don’t have body repelling odor. (At least I hope not). The Italians are a much needed ego boost, especially for those of us who have been having our souls slowly sucked away by the dreary weather and Parisian way of life for the past 2 and half months.
Rome was fascinating and fast! We only had two full days there but we definitely made the most of it. As far as the city goes, it was a lot more mediterranean than I had imagined – full of trees that reminded me of the Lion King and just generally quite green. We couldn’t have asked for better weather either. The gods must have been feeling a little crazy (and generous) to us this weekend, on account of the sunshine and the multitude of free drinks we received.
I liked Rome a lot more than I thought I would. When I was planning my trips during this study abroad, I wanted to go to places I had obviously never been before, places my friends here would want to go also, and possibly locations where school friends were studying abroad. In all cases, this trip especially proved the most beneficial since we had little time and little knowledge of the city itself. My SCU friends whom I had guided around Paris a few weeks back proved to be amazing guides for us as well, taking us to their favorite going-out spots as well as a hole-in-the-wall restaurant with one of the most amazing dessert calzones you will ever eat. Really, ricotta and nutella inside a calzone? Who woulda thought.
I showed all my Rome pictures to my host mom tonight as well, since she has never been to Rome herself but has been to Italy many times. I loved remarking some of my thoughts of the Italians, stereotypes I’m sure, but on the whole, they are a LOT louder and LOT friendlier (creepier) than the Frenchies I’m used to. Don’t get me wrong it was fun for a weekend, but I know I ended up where I was meant to be in France.
My photos cannot do the city justice, but please look at them if you get a chance! Rome was the second oldest city I have visited thus far and it left me itching to watch Russel Crowe kick some ass in Gladiator. If only streaming weren’t illegal in France…
Cin cin (cheers) to a good week, ya’ll!