Ringraziemento: Giving Thanks in Italy

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Thanksgiving, November 27th, 2014. It’s one for the books. Why? Well it’s the most unique Thanksgiving I’ve ever had, considering the fact that it was the first time I’ve celebrated without my family, and in a country that doesn’t even recognize it’s existence. Turkey day is an American holiday — obviously — but I was quite surprised to learn that nearly everyone in the city of Siena had no idea what Thanksgiving even was. Call me ignorant, but I was a bit shocked! However, I have to say that I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way — but yes mom and dad, and Taryn, I missed you all, I’m sure you’ll be reading this — but it was a way to really count my blessings from afar.

The day unfortunately was full of classes, from 9:00 to 5:00, needless to say my class schedule didn’t recognize Thanksgiving either. It’s odd being in a city during this time with not a single turkey on display, no pumpkin pies in the bakery sections of the grocery stores, no pilgrims in the shopping windows, there are only Christmas displays — which are also enjoyable. But the day felt different, new place, new community, and new friends to spend the holiday with, I was curious to see how the dinner would stack up to the American one.

Thankfully, the AHA program set up a Thanksgiving feast at a local restaurant where we enjoyed a full course meal with the Italian spin on our beloved American tradition. There was of course the bruschetta antipasto, and our chef created a nice Autumn spin on the classic cheesy risotto by adding  chunks of pumpkin to the mix, next came our main course — in my opinion a fantastic rendition of the classic turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce we have in the states — it was a delicious sliced turkey, baked to perfection with a mixture of sweet dried fruits, nuts and veggies in a gravy like stew that covered the meat, and we finished off with a yellow pear and pumpkin vin santo dolce vino cream cake, it was delicious. Touché Italy.

Family, friends and food are an essential part of Thanksgiving, don’t get me wrong, but in my mind with all of those aspects being thrown for a loop this year, the one thing that I couldn’t help but keep to American tradition is taking time to reflect on my life and what I’m thankful for. The question this year should have been what am I not thankful for? I feel absolutely blessed. Traveling to Italy has been a dream of mine since I can remember, and not only did I make it here to study for a few months, but by the grace of God and the support of my family, I was able to come with the money I needed to take full advantage of the trip without a second thought. Prior to the Summer, I signed up for the program without any idea how I was going to pay for it, but I just knew I’d find a way. Luckily I was presented with an opportunity to do door-to-door sales in Missouri for the Summer where I made a killing and was able to fund my way to Italy with much more money than I ever anticipated. Plus, with my parents and my extended family and friends, I received donations to get me here and help pay for any extra fees that would make their way into my bank account while I was away. I made it.

I also am thankful for the new friends I’ve made here who I know will always hold a special place in my heart simply for the times we’ve shared together and the life long memories we’ve formed. We all come from different social groups, different walks of life and yet we blended so well. I wouldn’t ever ask for any other group to partake in this amazing adventure with me. I also am thankful for the AHA and especially our program director Silvia Minucci who has been like a second mother to us all on this adventure — and set up our Italian Thanksgiving meal for the evening. She has been here for us for anything we’ve needed and always goes the extra mile to make sure we are happy. I’m thankful for my health — I’ve become a bit more “healthy” over here from all of the delicious Tuscan food but all is good. And I’m thankful for my education. It’s a privilege to go to the University of Oregon, a fantastic school that has given me many opportunities, including this travel experience. I know that there are lots of young people my age that aren’t able to go to a school like the one I’m in, and don’t have the means to travel abroad and see the world, so I need to say that I’m tremendously thankful for the opportunity.

Unfortunately everything comes to an end — even more unfortunate is that my dream adventure is ending in 6 days. But I’ve lived it up here in Italy, I’ve even got to see some other countries in Europe. I know that this won’t be the last time, and maybe someday I’ll be able to bring my family over here to experience the Italian Thanksgiving: ringraziemento.

Money Well Spent

VENEZIA: A waterlogged city renowned for its architecture, cultural history and geographical beauty. It’s a city that has been depicted in my head since I first learned about Italy. Since I was young, whenever I imagined Italian culture, food, it’s people and any other fact about Italy, I always had an image in my head that was based solely on the Venetian lifestyle.  I would imagine Italian men dressed in black and white striped shirts and a red bandana traversing along a liquid street standing on the rear-end of a gondola.  Unfortunately, being able to physically walk along the Venetian streets while living here in Italy seemed unlikely in the short amount of time I have.

Last weekend I had the opportunity to take a day trip somewhere. I figured, in order to save some money, I would just check out a place close to Siena. Maybe I could take a bus to Montepulciano or San Gimignano perhaps, but something inside me wanted more.

My friend Taylor went to Venice for a weekend by himself earlier this month and told me that it was quite literally his favorite experience thus far. He was raving about it for days, but his only trepidation was that it was expensive. I wanted to go to Venice, but I’m cheap, and expensive is a very frightening word to me. So, naturally, I procrastinated on planning for the trip. I wouldn’t even take the time to look into the price because I knew that it would only turn me off from the idea. For two weeks I planned to research the price of the trip – but never got around to it. Finally, on Friday night, I worked up the nerve to open my laptop and figure out what it would cost to go to Venice.

Travel alone was going to run me about 110 Euros – I could just imagine how much lighter my wallet would weigh after this hit – then when I factored in my hostel, my food and my entertainment, I was going to be spending much too much.

Eventually I came to my senses and aksed my self a single question, “will I regret not going to Venice when I came this close to making it happen?”. The next morning at 7:00, I was on a 300km/h train North to Venice.

The question for me at this point was whether or not the image of Venice I’ve kept in my head all of these years would turn out to be a better depiction of the actual thing and disappoint me, or would seeing the city completely overrun my preconceived notions. I advise you, – yes you, pal – go to Venice. It will blow you away.

Coming into the city was like entering a mythical land. The train sped across acres and acres of earth and then suddenly, when I looked of the window, all I could see was water. The tracks themselves stretched across the sea leading into the city. The train station overlooked one of the most interesting panoramic scenes I’ve ever viewed. Busy streets full of shoppers and vendors that were lined up in sync with an infinite canal that was inhabited by boats of all shapes and sizes. It was beautiful and although the weather sucked, I didn’t mind because the city made up for it.


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I only had a day and a half here so I did what every tourist does in a new city, I explored. I probably walked 10 miles that evening, trekking along the streets, looking at the shops, getting lost, and it was great. Eventually I found a beautiful church, – I can’t remember the name of it, shame on me – that was holding a classical orchestra performance that night. I bought a ticket – yay! more money spent – but it was well worth it. The church was gorgeous, the artists were phenomenal and it was a great way to spend my evening. The next morning I got lost some more. I enjoyed a good book while sitting  next to the canals, watching the gondolas pass by. It truly was an experience I will cherish forever. I can’t wait to visit the city again.

Overall, this was a good learning experience. I had the opportunity to trust my gut in spite of my fears and worries. Had I not gone to Venice I may have seen another cool city, saved some money, and been totally ok; but the regret I would have had after I returned to American would haunt me. I know myself too well, and luckily I’m pretty adept at recognizing good opportunities when they come my way. Needless to say, I made the right choice.

And yes, the real Venice was better than my preconceived idea of it. Until next time Venice.

Humpday in Siena

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In the States, humpday is a day to be recognized simply because it marks the halfway point through the week. With classes, responsibilities, homework, etc. Wednesdays are a gentle reminder of the upcoming weekend shenanigans that are quickly approaching. Humpdays are a nice milestone in the week, but nothing special. However, in Siena Wednesday has grown to be my favorite day of the week.

There are two reasons why Wednesdays are so special to me. The first, is the street market. Every Wednesday there is a gigantic street fair of sorts that extends all the way to the fortezza walls and wraps itself around the outside of the city limits. Markets like this exist in a lot of places  throughout Italy, and even in America, but what makes this market so special is it’s significance in the city. Everyone seems to get involved with the market. Of course there are tourists hopping from shop to shop, looking for that perfect Italian made handbag, or leather jacket, but what’s special about the market are the number of Sienese people that stroll through the streets week after week. The market is a major part of Sienan culture. Locals come here to buy a number of things: clothing, some decorations for the home perhaps, but there are even locals that come to get their food at the market. There are families that line up outside of the streetside pet market – yes there is a street vendor who sells birds and other small animals. The market represents a history of a long engrained cultural phenomenon that seems to take the city back to a time long forgotten in the U.S., days before Walmart and similar supermarkets existed. Days when shops thrived on four wheels, and strolled from town to town via horse and buggy. The market is a time capsule and it’s mine to take advantage of, every single week.


 

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My other favorite part of humpday is a mere sliver of the 24 hours that make it up. For the past few weeks my classmates and I have had the pleasure of enjoying an amazing course in Tuscan food at a cooking school just down the street from our apartment. Every Wednesday night at 6:00 my friends and I walk down the street to visit a very friendly Italian woman named Leila. It is here where she teaches us the ins and outs of traditional Tuscan dishes. At every class, we cook a full four course meal, and spoil ourselves. The first class consisted of hand made pici pasta – sort of like a hand rolled, thick and chewy spaghetti – and we covered it in a traditional pomodoro e aglio sauce (tomatoes and garlic, with some other fresh herbs intertwined). We’ve also created hand made gnocchi pasta with a Gorgonzola cream sauce, bomboloni (Italian doughnuts), bruschetta, lasagna, spinach ravioli, and a couple of traditional Italian soups; one of which is my all time favorite, the Papa Pomodoro (a soup that soaks stale bread in a tomato broth that simmers for hours until the bread mixes and becomes a part of the delicious blends of herbs and tomatoes).


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Tonight was our second-to-last class and I will have to say this is one of the most memorable experiences thus far on my adventures. For only 255 Euros, I couldn’t pass it up. I cannot wait to go home, pop open a few bottles of wine, and cook some traditional meals for my family, friends and my lovely girlfriend. I might just need to open a restaurant.

Wednesday are a great day of the week, but while I’ve been here in Siena, they’ve been all the more sweet.

Happy Humpday!

November 8

I’m officially 22. Yeah say it with me TWENTY TWO, it’s very uncomfortable to say it out loud. To be honest this is the first birthday that I’ve had that I actually feel older. I’m not saying I’m an old man but I am willing to admit that this birthday seems a little less special than ones in the past. Sadly after my 21st, birthdays just aren’t as eventful. Yeah at 25 I can rent cars – cool – and then I guess at around 55 I get senior benefits – 3D IMAX for $7 ain’t too shabby – but things are definitely starting to change.

This year also through me for a loop because I’m out of my native land. Being in Europe has been a very different, but I must admit, my birthday here has been one of the best.

For my big 22, my friends and I had a little taste – wink, wink – of the Chianti Classico wine region. We hopped on a van driven by an awesome Italian dude named Mikele, and we explored four areas throughout the region including a winery.

It was interesting going on this trip for us because just last night we had the pleasure of visiting the very famous Brolio Castle and tasted some of the world famous Brolio wines as well. The place was magnificent, the view from the castle’s walkway was tremendous. Unfortunately, we’ve experienced some crazy weather lately, but at just the right moment the clouds broke and we witnessed some of the most beautiful sunbeams I’ve ever seen.

They danced their way over the yellowing grape vineyards below us and up and over all of the rolling hills in the distance. It was very magical. We also had a chance to check out the castle itself and see the armory as well as some other artifacts that belong to the family.

So I was a bit nervous. It was going to be hard to top the Brolio tour. Thankfully, it measured up.

Our first stop was at a very small town named Monteriggioni. The castle here was built solely for defensive purposes by the Republic of Siena. It was built atop the hills in medieval times, in order to give defensive men a view of the incoming Florentine troops.

Our next stop was over to the winery at the rural farm of Poggio Amorelli. The winery is owned by Adriana and Marco Mazzarini and they have only been in business since the late 80’s. Their wine was fantastic, we tried four of them: a very light white, a traditional Chianti Classico DOCG, a Super Tuscan and another red – which I unfortunately forgot the name of – all the wines were delicious. What really got me excited though was the variety of balsamic vinegars and oils we tried. The cool thing about this winery is that they also specialize in producing fantastic truffle oil, olive oil and aged balsamic vinegar. I got to tell you, the balsamic and the olive oil were out of this world. The vinegar was oddly sweet, it reminded me of a tangy, southern influenced BBQ sauce but with more complexity. It was aged for 20 years in the bottle and served atop some fantastic picorino cheese. The oil was another fantastic addition, it needed nothing more than a piece of bread and a dash of herbs for some extra kick.


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After our taste bud expedition, we headed to a small area of Castellina Chianti where we enjoyed a delicious lunch with pastas, traditional cold cuts, bread, veggie and – of course – some more wine. Afterwards, we stopped one last time to enjoy the view of the valleys from Radda in Chianti before heading home.

The wine tour was fun, the food and the adventure was well worth the 55 euros spent, but what made today so much more enjoyable was having good friends there to experience it all with me. Although I’m getting older, and I’m not able to spend my birthday with my family, it’s nice to know that I have people here that care about me and know how to put a smile on my face.


P.S. I apologize for my lack of posts lately, I am actually studying here, not just out having a blast –SHOCKER! – and my midterms got the best of me these past couple of weeks. However, I did do some very fun things in between that I will definitely write about soon.

Summer in October

Just a quick three hour train ride outside of Siena lies a well known series of hiking trails connecting five small village-towns that rest upon a mountain, and are hugged by the sea. Whew, it’s a mouthful simply attempting to define Cinque Terre in a sentence.

There’s something special about Cinque Terre. It’s a town tucked away from normal civilization. I say this because it’s too beautiful to be considered “real life”. To be honest, riding on the train with my friends to Cinque Terre got me feeling like Harry Potter and his crew. Remember in the Sorcerer’s Stone when they first spot Hogwarts through the misty autumn air? – if you haven’t read Harry Potter I pity you. Anyway, the exasperated ooh’s and ahh’s that bellowed from all of the kids on their way to Hogwarts was the same reaction we had as our train entered Cinque Terre. We pulled out of a ridiculously long tunnel and there it was, the mass of Mediterranean sea crashing below the cliff that our train was gliding on. The sun beat down on us from above and reflected off of the water. It was something out of a postcard.


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When we got off of the train we got some lunch next to the station at a restaurant that overlooked the beach below and the ocean in the distance. To be honest, the food at that restaurant was terrible, I had some lasagna that tasted like plastic and milk, but the view made up for it.

We hiked over 6 KMs making our way from Monterosso to Vernazza and staying a night in a hostel. I caution you – future Cinque Terre adventurers – pack lightly, wear good hiking shoes or tennis shoes, and you’d better have a camera handy. The views are stunning. Several times atop the mountain side I would stop to catch my breath and take a moment to look around, it was unbelievable. Everything in Cinque Terre is so picturesque. The panorama of the ocean stretches as far out as you can see, and the pastel colored buildings sitting on the edge of the cliffs look so perfect they seem like paintings. It’s magnificent. To make it even more outrageous, the weather was beyond awesome. The sun shone through the sky without a cloud big enough to block it. The temperature was a moderate 75° F. and the air was crisp and dry with a nice cool breeze.

Unfortunately we didn’t have long enough to hike to all of the villages – thank you striking labor forces for pushing our trip back a day – but we still managed to see everything and save some energy by taking the train through Manarola and Riomaggiore. Naturally, we found time to get some gelato. I had basil gelato with olive oil on top. Don’t bash it till you try it! It’s like heaven on earth, created in a tiny gelato shop, tucked away in an Italian alleyway and placed inside a tiny little cup for only a Euro and a half.  It is molto buono.


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Our final hour came hastily, we spent it seated on a loading dock that reached down into the shallow depths of the clearest and bluest ocean water I’ve ever seen. Small schools of fish swam in sync through the sun streaked water. This was one of those rare moments in time when my friends and I were content with being completely silent, in order to soak up the moment as selfishly as possible. There was only one problem, the water looked so empty without a few of us in there swimming around in it! There was no reason why we shouldn’t hop right in, except for the fact that the sun was beginning to drop, and usually October isn’t swimming weather. Oh, and we also didn’t have swimsuits. But, if there’s a will there’s a way. So we all dropped our pants and used our underwear as swimming gear. The water wasn’t extremely warm, but none of us cared, we wouldn’t have wanted to end our expedition in Cinque Terre any other way.

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Liebster Award

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I would like to thank glitteringwanderlust — even if she is a beaver, Go Ducks! — thank you girl this means a lot! I’m very excited to finally get my first blog moving, and it seems to be heading in an exciting direction.

The award aims to expose new bloggers and help mark their blog in the blogging world. Here are the rules to accept.

  • Post the award on your blog.
  • Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
  • Write 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate bloggers who you feel deserve this award and who have less than 200 followers.
  • Answer 11 questions about yourself and create 11 for your nominations.

Here are 11 random facts about me!

  1. When I was little I fell in a fire pit while camping.
  2. I was adopted, and I met my birth mom, and my three new siblings when I turned 18.
  3. I grew up despising peanut butter. Today, it competes for my best friend spot.
  4. My family and I adopted a cat when I was 8, I named her Princess.
  5. I play on the Oregon Men’s Rugby Club at University of Oregon.
  6. I don’t understand people that don’t try things because they think they won’t like it. Don’t be boring! Live a little.
  7. I was a very large kid, I weighed in at 255lbs in 8th grade.
  8. I cry every time Mufasa dies in Lion King.
  9. I’m a member of the Phi Kappa Psi fraternity.
  10. I haven’t skinny dipped…yet.
  11. My mom has called me cootsie bug since before I can remember.

Okay, now to answer Glitteringwanderlusts’ questions:

  1. What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

This is a great question, considering the fact that I’m from the Pacific Northwest so I need to make this decision often. Well, there are different activities for different types of rainy days – yes, there are variations of rainy days, I’m an expert. For example, on a nice humid rainy day in the Spring or Summer I love being outside. Sometimes these are the best days to be active; hiking, running, mountain biking or even playing catch with some friends. On cool rainy days, in the Winter for example, I have no problem making a hot drink and watching a good movie with my lovely girlfriend Taryn, reading a good book, or delving into a video gaming adventure for hours on end with some friends.

  1. Do you prefer to travel to warm or cold locations?

This question also depends on context! But I will give a more concise answer this time. In general, I prefer to travel to warm locations. I live life like it’s slipping through  my fingers, I like to move and experience new things constantly, plus I’m very active. That being said, sunny, warm locations usually permit more activities than do colder areas.

  1. What is the top item on your bucket list?

Honestly, I don’t have a bucket list yet, so I haven’t thought about it much, you’re putting me on the spot Sara! Well I would have to say it would be to go on no less than a week long excursion backpacking through the Rocky Mountains.

  1. What is the strangest food you’ve ever eaten? Where did you eat it?

Okay, so before I answer this let me give you a bit of a background story. When I was in 8th grade, I was nominated by the science department of my school for a chance to apply for a part on the Nickelodeon special “Nick News Adventure with Linda Ellerbee”. I wrote an essay, they liked what they read and offered me a phone interview which they also seemed to enjoy. So me and 5 other kids from America were taken on a ten day adventure in Chang Mai Thailand. We lived on an elephant sanctuary and trained our own individual elephants for the entire time. The episode was called: If I Could Talk to the Elephants – here’s a slideshow from the trip, I’m the chubby kid with glasses who wears too many awkward polo shirts.

So, near the end of the trip, we rode our elephants far away from our sanctuary village into the jungle. The mahouts or Thai elephant trainers, took us up the mountains to collect bamboo stalks to make plates, cups, and bamboo-ware AKA forks for our dinner. They also brought back a big pile of what looked to me like white rice or some other starchy grain. It was piled up in a basket covered in newspapers. I was asked to try some, and as I got closer to this “mystery grain” I realized it wasn’t rice, and it definitely wasn’t any other type of grain either. I was told it’s a special protein packed snack that is only harvested in that part of the year that give the mahouts lots of energy during their travels. Turns out, it was ant larva…. Naturally, I tried some. I will only say this about the experience, the larvae popped in my mouth like those little liquid filled balls you can get in your bubble tea, the taste is a bit earthy with hints of zesty pepper, and the texture is wet and grainy. Not the tastiest food in the world, but definitely edible if you’re out of protein bars.

  1. Do you like solo or group travel better?

Solo. But I do enjoy traveling with my girlfriend as well.

  1. Would you ever go skydiving?

I’ve been trying to do this for years, but every time I plan it, my friends bail last second. So anyone down to go soon?

  1. What is your dream job?

Truthfully, I ENVY Anthony Bourdain. He has the greatest career on the planet. He travels, meets awesome people, eats fantastic foods and drinks only the best alcohol, all while explaining his experiences in a journalistic style without any boundaries. He’s real, I like Anthony.

  1. Who, if anyone, inspires you to travel?

100% Linda Ellerbee. She’s an amazing woman, a historic journalist and one of my idols. She is the host of Nick News Adventure and she was the person who got me interested in studying journalism and definitely gave me the travel fever I carry with me to this day. Thanks Linda, you’re the woman!

  1. Who do you admire the most?

My mother. As cliché as that may seem, it’s true. My mother is the most caring, optimistic woman I’ve ever met. She never judges anyone and takes even the worst circumstances and turns them into learning experiences. She taught me the importance of finding the silver linging in everything. She is my silver lining.

10. What is your favorite book or movie? Wow, loaded question much?!

Ok, well I will have to say that my favorite book would definitely be the “Alchemist” by Paolo Coelho. It’s a story of a young shepherd boy that is told by a mysterious king that unlimited riches await him at the Egyptian pyramids. And the only way he will be able to reach them is if he learns to speak the language of the universe. For me, I associate the message from a Christian point of view. However, it can be interpreted in various ways. Every time I read it, I gain new wisdom from its words. In my eyes it’s a must read for all ages.

11. Do you write your blog with or without music?

Great question! As I write this post, Eric Hutchinson’s “Ok, It’s Alright With Me” is playing on my Jack Johnson Pandora radio station. So, yes.

I would like to nominate these fantastic bloggers below!

  1. Alyssa Cooper http://cooper1ak.blogspot.it/2014/10/san-gimignano.html
  2. Living Outside of the Box https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/53773173/
  3. My Travels and That http://longswanderlust.wordpress.com/

Here are my questions for ya’ll:

  1. Why did you choose to study abroad?
  2. What’s your homesickness remedy?
  3. If you had to live in one country for the rest of your life, where would it be? Why?
  4. If money didn’t matter, and judgment was non-existent, what would you do with your life?
  5. “Why male models?” — Zoolander: AKA what’s your favorite movie?
  6. Explain in delicious detail the best food you’ve eaten while abroad.
  7. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter? What do you think this says about you?
  8. If NASA created a public space travel vessel and offered you a spot, but the catch is that there’s no guarantee the ship will make it back to earth, would you do it?
  9. What’s your favorite past time while abroad?
  10. What’s the one gift you want to buy to splurge on yourself before going home?
  11. What aspect of studying abroad has affected you most? How?

Roma

Two days, that’s all we had. For a weekend excursion from my place in Seattle to Vancouver, that’s plenty of time to enjoy myself. But only two days in Rome? I thought there was no possible way to accomplish much of anything. But just like a group of superheroes, my study abroad squad and I happened to do it all in those 48 hours.


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Don’t get me wrong, spending more than two days in Rome is definitely the preferred method of viewing the historic city, but we didn’t have a choice. And when I say that we “did it all” I mean I didn’t feel like I missed out on anything I wanted to see or do. I left without a single regret and if you can’t already tell, I’m pretty freakin’ thrilled about it.

So what was it like? Gosh dangit I’m glad you asked. Let me give you some pre-trip expectations. My thought of Rome before visiting was a bit pessimistic. Now I know there are some historically phenomenal things to see there, but I’ve never been much of a “big city guy”. To me, big cities – especially ones with the culture and history that Rome has – are tourist traps. Groups of annoying people, walking around with their pasty-white, sun-screened noses up in the air unknowingly blocking the walkway of every other person on the sidewalk. I figured the city would be full of beggars, hagglers, and trash. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t just my preconceptions of Rome, but it’s how I picture nearly every big city, and I’m not a fan.

My first couple of hours in the city were a near perfect depiction of my preconceptions. There was trash littering the ground on every inch of pavement. Graffiti covered most of the walls of the buildings and glass paneling near the bus stops. Beggars were literally tripping you with their cups, as they lay face down on the side of the walkways. I wasn’t surprised, and I wasn’t extremely jolly either. Granted, our hotel was right next to the subway station, it was literally across the street from the entrance. So we weren’t staying in the prettiest area.

As our group took its first tour through the city, passing through the alleys and roadways towards downtown, my spirits lifted. The buildings were something out of a movie. There were palm trees throughout the landscape, and there were even wild parrots chirping and singing on the branches. The people were quite friendly, and they spoke a lot more English than the Sienese. Heck, even the beggars and hagglers were respectful, taking a “no” or “not interested” with a smile and pleasantly moving on. My mindset quickly started to change from negative to positive the more that I explored the city.

In our allotted 48 hours, we were able to see over 10 major attractions as well as explore and try out many fantastic restaurants, bars and clothing/gift stores. However, for the sake of time – yours and mine – I’m not going to dive into extraordinary detail of every statue, fountain, monument, restaurant, gellateria, museum, church and other sorts of buildings I saw. This will also save you from any spoiled preconceptions of these aspects of Rome so that you can travel there and see them for yourselves. However, I will tell you briefly what I saw, what I would recommend you see, and my final thoughts on the trip.


In no particular order here are the places we visited in our two days in Rome:

  1. Santa Marie Maggiore
  2. Foro Traiano
  3. Foro di Augusto
  4. Colloseo
  5. Arco di Constantino
  6. Palatino
  7. Monumento a Vittorio Emmanuele
  8. Campo De Fiori
  9. Piazza Navona
  10. Fontana di Trevi
  11. Basilica S. Pietro
  12. Musei Vaticani

And a few others.


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Now, when you visit, whatever you do please don’t pass up the opportunity to see these five places:

  1. Vatican
  2. Colosseo
  3. Monumento a Vittorio Emmanuele
  4. Basilica S. Pietro – Even if there’s a long line, do not pass up the opportunity to go inside. Also, there’s a chance to purchase a ticket to climb to the top of the dome inside the church, it was only five Euros. Do it.
  5. Hard Rock Cafe

Ok the last one was a joke, but I was in the mood for a serious cheeseburger when we were there so I just happened to find myself one.

All in all, Rome was fantastic. I wish we could have stayed longer, because even though I feel that we pretty much dominated the city with the time we had, I know there is still plenty more to see. That being said, I will be going back there. Probably more than once, and I’m taking my mother and my girlfriend.

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