I really wanted to like you.
You’re Rome, for goodness sake. The Eternal City! The seat of the Roman Empire! And you know how I have a soft spot for historical splendor.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to make of you at first.
You came on a little strong. The honking, the catcalling, the stifling heat. Just… gimme some space to breathe, will you?
I almost washed my hands of you the first day we met. But you wouldn’t let me give up so quickly.
You were persistent. You kept sending little gifts my way.
That’s when I started to like you.
Just a little.
You are kinda charming… and that confidence is enviable.
And you’re just so darn fascinating, Rome.
Plus, you’re easy on the eyes.
But arrrgggh, as soon as I’d start to fall for you, I’d remember why I found you so exasperating.
I’ll just come out and say it- you’re inefficient. (Passionate, but inefficient.) You’re too aggressive. Always up in my face! It was such a relief to get back to the hotel, out of the madness!
I remember feeling a little relieved to catch the train that would take me away from you.
It was two weeks later, and I had to see you on my way out of the country. I remember taking the train in from Venice and realizing that I’d be seeing you again, and instead of the dread I would’ve expected, I was excited.
And I realized… I sorta, kinda, REALLY… loved you.
But weren’t you the one who first told me love was irrational?
Explore my next day’s adventure in Vatican City, uncovering the world’s most blasphemous souvenir!