Roma Day 1

Rome Day 1.

Mother – ‘Are you looking forward to it’

Me – ‘No not really’

Maybe it’s the stoic in me, but I try not to get excited about things before they happen because fortune can intervene

Driving to the airport listening to Oasis, I still wasn’t excited but just enjoyed the drive instead

I got to the airport a few hours early, got to security to find there was no queue… oh yeah were still in a pandemic

I made it through security in a recording breaking 5 minutes

Ok now my excitement peaked

Fast forward a couple of hours and I’m boarding the plane, there was no one sat besides me which is always a bonus and the flight was pleasant

Got some nice views of Roma before landing and heading for my private taxi,

I don’t really get anxious but the roads and the way people drive in Rome scared the hell out of me, everyone cuttings through each other. It reminded me of videos of Thailand or Indias traffic.

I got to my hotel to be disappointed that the picture don’t match the actual room, which happens more times than they dont.

I got my room now with the usual ‘What the fuck do I do now’

After half an hour of procasting I decided the Colosseum was my first point since I know my way around from there.

Well I got lost spent about 30 minute of Anxiety trying to cross an 8 lane road, I thought this is the way I’m going to go…

But no I made it across and 10,000 steps later I made it to the Colosseum

Found a restaurant directly across from it and asked for a table for 1 please

And a couple of Strawberry Daqouries (however its spelt)

Once they arrived the waiter snatched my phone, now I’m thinking what you doing man, but he does the camera signal so I start awkwardly posing for a picture

They were so cold I started shivering.

After an hour or I returned to my hotel to find it’s on a straight road so I dont know how I got lost in the first place.

My first night in Rome didn’t have the same wow effect it did back in August.

Probably because this time I’m alone and the roads were very overwhelming or simply the fact I’m by myself this time,

Who knows.

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