As hard as it is to believe, this is our last full week in Rome. I think the most fitting word to describe it would be ‘bittersweet.’ I am so caught between trying to squeeze every last drop out of my days, enjoying the sweetness of these small moments while knowing that come one week, I’ll be gone.
But instead of listening to me sob, I’ll share some of my small revelations with you about the city that has utterly bewitched me.
Here in Rome, history, culture, art, and religion seep up from under the cobblestones and grab your ankles, holding you fast so that your feet want to do nothing more than walk and walk and walk Rome’s streets.
Here in Rome, that worn-yet-vibrant rose color of old stucco stains all and any light that touches it, so you cannot help but stop to let your parched eyes drink in that pink air.
Here in Rome, you walk into the most magnificent basilica in the world, St. Peter’s, and breathe a sigh that says, “I’m home.”
Here in Rome, you see 70-year-old women greet each other with, “Ciao bella!,” and you couldn’t agree more.
But the essence of Rome is all of this and yet none of this. One day I’m certain I know Rome, and the next day she surprises me. Four months is not enough in “la città più bella nel mondo:” the most beautiful city in the world. And that’s why this is not good-bye, but “ci vediamo.”
Rome, I’ll be seeing you.