I’m sure everyone has experienced and taken part in those 4 am drunken conversations in someone’s kitchen with fellow peeps where the discussions vary from politics to my-life-would-be-perfect-if or I-really-want-to-do-this – the true moment of vulnerability where you for once are not afraid to voice your ambitions out loud. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. I would always blab about how I want to push myself out of my comfort zone and how I want to see the world, you know really see the world. So when I got my good paycheck I decided to book a trip to Rome. Best. Decision. Of. My. Life.
I soothed myself and justified the unexpected expenses with the fact that it was a present for myself for my 20th birthday – I am a student still, I can’t afford a lot of things. And to be fair I just really wanted to go to Rome, so I did. Alone.
Rome is beautiful, simply spectacular. I cannot explain how much this trip affected me. I met so many new people starting from this German girl to a guy from Tokyo to an amazing alternative UK couple, to two laid back Australians. These people are not going to be my friends for life, heck I only know the two Australian lad names, yet, still, the encounters with strangers were a bliss in the moment.
Me and the Australian blokes drank wine at wine bars and pretended to belong with the busy Italians finding a bit of peace and banter at a local wine bar during their lunch break. Me and the bloke from Tokyo went on a mad run throughout the city center in hopes to get back to the hotel without soaking through every last bit of layer we had on. Me and the German girl had a lovely breakfast conversation over bagels about our mutual love for seafood pasta.
For the couple days the city sucked me in, I barely slept, I spent all my time walking, exploring and eating. There was a lot of wine bar visits and lots of carbs consumed and I loved every single bit of it. I’ve fallen for the city so hard that for next year as my optional module I’ve decided to study Italian. The city is an amazing ego boost for someone with my fair complexion and blue eyes. People in Italy are so beautiful it hurts to look at them, men are very forward and old men are true perverts, haha – Cioa bella! Everything, I loved everything and I cannot wait to go back.
After this, I encourage everyone to take a leap of faith and challenge yourself, because one should always do what they’re afraid to do. I’ve got few photos from the trip on my instagram (shameless promotion)! All jokes aside, I feel like I am the type of person to leave a bit of myself wherever I go and right now, being back in England, I can feel a piece missing that I left behind in Rome.
Tornerò presto, Roma! And share some kindness with those around you.
Originally written March 7th 2015, edited January 14th 2017.