09.04.14
Leaving Stansted at 8 am this morning just Ellie and I was an experience. It was nerve-wracking, scary, daunting and extremely exciting although the flight itself was… dull to say the least. I was squished on the aisle seat, being barged by flight attendants from one side and gradually engulfed from the other side by a huge sleeping woman, it was… testing my patience. I was so tired yet had an overwhelming fear of falling asleep on the ladies shoulder or worse into the aisle and so attempted to dubiously stay awake. After 2 hours of being separated from Ellie on the plane, we were reunited only to be separated again on the airport transfer.
Having arrived in ‘Roma’ one hour later we found ourselves lost on the way to our hostel. Stressful, upsetting but definitely a laugh! We asked men in uniforms whilst admiring the views of many gorgeous Italian men. In Italy, 80% of the men are model worthy and 20% are average; it’s insane. Alas at this point, I have decided I will find myself an Italian husband for future.
After arriving at the hostel we were greeted by an incredibly friendly man, Alessandro, and his incredible apartment; the entrance was grand beyond measures yet understated with mosaic flooring, high ceilings and a front door like a palace and our very own key. Which means no curfew! Yay!! He showed us great places to eat, things to see and the quickest ways to get there and left us to chill out after our long journey, but did we want to chill? Nope, after a while we were changed, makeup did, bag packed, map readied and off wishing to find lunch and The Colosseum.
After walking through the park we attempted to find our way to The Colosseum. We must have walked around 30 different roads and spent an hour just following random groups of tourists seeing things we had not originally intended on seeing only to find the most unsuspecting side street ever that took us to the place we wanted to be.
Least to say The Colosseum is incredible, the sheer scale of it is amazing and left me completely awestruck. I cannot believe that the people of Ancient Rome used to fill those seats and walk where we walked. I just found it hard to fathom. We then took a slow stroll back to the hostel as both mine and Ellie’s feet were blistered and we felt in dire need of a rest. So we got back and collapsed on the sofa with the comfort of wifi and spoke to home who we both missed very much.
That brings me to where I am now, sitting on the sofa, scribbling away and relaxing in anticipation of tonight where Ellie and I are going to spend hours eating and drinking a bottle of wine between us in the student district of Rome. Then we will come back to pass out until the morning for our free breakfast of a cappuccino and croissant at the cafe down the road and spend another day in Rome. Our final day in Rome and already it doesn’t feel like long enough.
