So Rome was the first of two actual “vacations” I would take in Europe, and unsurprisingly, after about a month on the run, in winter, under stress, smoking, what-have-you–I was a little bit under the weather.
Problem Solved!
My first day in rome was very warm. I rushed to the collosei, and walked around it, in awe of its unbelievable size. Say what
you want about the tourist monuments of western Europe, with very few exceptions, they deliver. Two days later, my friend Cody arrived from the North. So did a freak cold front which brought the first snowfall in 30 years.
- uh oh.
- there was sledding.
Because the infrastructure of the city is not in the least bit equipped to deal with snowfall of this magnitude, the strange weather left Rome paralyzed–monuments closed, flights grounded, monuments and landmarks closed, streets and sidewalks nearly unwalkable.
A pretty crumby vacation, you might say–but during our week-long stay, Cody and I were treated to
once-in-a-lifetime sights and sounds–children sledding on the spanish steps, an ice-encrusted Trevi fountain, and of course, an excuse to spend a couple extra hours in the many charming and delicious Italian restaurants.
- 2000 years later, you’re still losing the snowball fight
- So beautiful.
- I’d avoid the Mare Horse D’Ouevres, tho.
