Rome has captured my heart and, meanwhile, I’m trying to
capture Rome with my feeble camera. I can’t even begin to convey all the
enchantment and fresh mozzarella this city has to offer.
At the Colosseum today, I saw many people sitting on the ancient steps with sketchpads, drawing the stone walls and arcades. I thought drawing would be a suitable way to honor my surroundings, but I don’t have time to see everything I want to see in Rome and sketch it too. I tossed a coin in the Trevi fountain today, which guarantees I will return to Rome. Hopefully, next time I will stay long enough to draw the sights in addition to snapping some touristy photos.
At the Colosseum today, I saw many people sitting on the ancient steps with sketchpads, drawing the stone walls and arcades. I thought drawing would be a suitable way to honor my surroundings, but I don’t have time to see everything I want to see in Rome and sketch it too. I tossed a coin in the Trevi fountain today, which guarantees I will return to Rome. Hopefully, next time I will stay long enough to draw the sights in addition to snapping some touristy photos.
I did a little bit of research before coming here, mainly watching Mary Beard’s documentary, Meet the Romans, and tuning in to what Rick Steves had to say. However, a different, less scholarly, book set in Rome kept drifting through my mind today. That book is none other than Dodsworth in Rome. I kept thinking about it, worrying that I was like a character known simply as “the duck,” a character which causes all kinds of trouble on the journeys he makes with his mousy friend, Dodsworth. This self-deprecating comparison resulted from not being able to withdraw money Sunday and having to rely on my friends’ generosity for my gelato fix. I also have a poor sense of direction, which makes me feel very duck-like.
Fortunately, I was able to withdraw money today. I guess the
ATM machines are refilled every Monday and sometimes will run out of cash
before then. The apartment my friends and I are renting is right next to the
Capitoline Museum, a neighborhood rich in ruins, but missing some very modern
conveniences, like ATM machines, or at least as far as I can see.
Another modern fixture missing from every part of Rome I have seen so far is Starbucks. Not a one. Nowhere. I am very happy that this lovely espresso-rich city has not succumbed to Starbucks. Every latte I have sipped so far on this trip has been an event in and of itself. My taste buds are pleased, triggering dopamine and endorphins in my brain. The sunlight on my walk around the forum and the Colosseum gave my skin some much needed exposure to vitamin d, so all around, I’m very, very happy, especially since I have some euros in my wallet and don’t feel like the duck in the Wordsworth books.
We ended our evening with fancy cocktails at the Caffé
Greco, the oldest cafe in Europe and the famous hangout of Keats, Byron, Hans
Christian Andersen, Henrik Ibsen, Wagner, Liszt, Goethe, and Mendelssohn, just
to name a few. The other guests looked cool, calm, and stylish, as if getting a
cocktail after work and sitting in the same place as all the aforementioned
people were a regular occurrence. They weren’t asking their friends to take
photos of them holding up their cocktails. I was the only one doing that. Maybe
when I return to Rome, going to the Caffé Greco will be slightly less exciting
and I can try to blend in with the other regulars.
The Trevi Fountain |
Me at the Keats-Shelley Memorial House |
Keats' death mask |
The Piazza Navona |
Astoundingly beautiful! Ok, I'm glad you missed a Skype chat with me for all that :)
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