Warning: ramblings of a teenager who didn’t know any better.
I’d like to say great things about Rome but it is proving difficult. I’m afraid the memories that would constantly creep in when one mentions this city would be the many times we have been ripped off – from the moment we set foot to our very last hour, the unfortunate robbing incident in the metro the second day, us failing to find an authentic Italian dish, but most of all, failing to locate the best ice cream in town. Getting shat on by a pigeon on our way to the airport was the last straw.
Don’t get me wrong, it has been a pleaseant trip. There was glorious weather and all things to be expected namely gladiators, vespas and my personal favourite, Italian gestures being exchanged.
One day perhaps I could leave all the bitterness aside and return, fully researched and less naive. For now, I shall leave you with these.