Roma.

Frankie and I braved yet another day of non-stop flying/busing/training today to arrive in Rome this evening at 8:30. We've already had an amazing time in the Eternal City, despite our travel induced exhaustion. We didn't have much time to get out around the city tonight, after checking into our new hostel and acquainting ourselves with the insane hustle of Rome. It's honestly like nothing I've seen, and I'm already hooked. We initially planned on walking from Termini Station, the main train station, to our hostel, but after we realized the directions we had written down from Ciao Bella's website were mindnumbingly confusing, we opted to hail a cab. I've heard stories from expats and friends alike about the insane drivers in Rome, particularly from the backseat of a Taxi, and I can honestly say that you can't quite comprehend it until you're in it. And we were in it.

Nash, the owner of our hostel, was incredibly welcoming and helpful, and he pointed us to an excellent Pizzeria just a stones throw from our front door. After some remarkable wood-burning oven cooked Pizze, F and I decided to walk down to Trevi Fountain before calling it a night. Apparently, everyone else and their mother decided to do the exact same thing, as we rounded Via del Tritone to a hoard of tourists, street vendors and the occasional group of locals all mingling in a mass of camera flashes and coin-tosses into the water. The fountain itself was absolutely breathtaking. I only took a few pictures because every angle was obscured or ruined by another tourist's head, but I did still get a few. Looking at them now, I don't think pictures can really do it justice.

So, you'll just have to come to Rome.



Much more to come tomorrow, when we actually have daylight to roam the city.

A domani.