Archive: July 2014 | View all recent posts
Rome is a city made for the foot. Pack up a backpack pack (thanks Adrian) and get to going. The city of Rome is alive; bustling, moving, pulsing as the veins of local motorists and European tourists traverse across the literal top of a city close to 3,000 years old. And that is freaking cool. Every building from the Pantheon to The Sistine Chapel is built with the scale of the human eye in mind, and you feel this as you walk into these grandiose places taking in as many of the details from chipping paint to the ornate sculptures as you can. This may sound silly but to me I felt like I was walking in a me-sized game board of LIFE, hopscotching from one giant extraordinary landmark to another.
Raves: Cacio de Pepe, Trastevere at night, Strolling up the Tiber River, Walking up each and every marble step to the top of St. Peter's basilica (without cheating and using the elevator), watching Josh try and drive a Fiat Panda stick shift from point A to B, The Coffee, The little 6 Euro caprese sandwiches everywhere, The Final Judgement by Michelangelo (who knew its cooler than the famous ceiling)
There were a few other stops along the way. Porto Ercole was one of the discoveries that you make after making one right turn. It's an Island situated off of the Peninsula of Orbetello, don;t give up just keep on diving over the bride, past the marina and around the Island. You'll see another tiny island and a cliff. That's right where you need to be, capiche? Let's just say that the aqua bathtub temp water there is only complimented by the laid back vibe and Spritz cocktails served on the beach to you and your Speedoed male co-patrons. Those seeking a daub of adventure can find themselves jumping off of the many rocks encasing the beach. (Just be mindful as not to kick a sea urchin like I did).
A necessary stopover after the Tuscan wedding at Cinque Terre was a good mix in. It was definitely a backpackers town. No locals here on the weekends but beautiful none the less. The whole place is five towns divided into the fingers of a mountain's cliff. You can reach each one by hiking through the hills blanketed in vineyards (no cars allowed here and no roads between). It is a special place. Eat at Billy's in Manarola. Get the Crab. You will be happy you did; no bullshit. Okay enough with the words. Here are some of my snapshots. Keep an eye out for wedding pictures soon!