Hopped of the plane at FCO with a dream…and more dreams about the best pizza and gelato I would ever have. My first destination in Europe was Roma, Italia, by far the most touristy city I have ever been to in my entire life. There were so many people everywhere we went, but also just so much history. Rome was once the center of the entire known world, and today it’s still one of the most iconic cities in all of Europe.
My time in Rome was three days and two nights spent at an amazing Airbnb located literally 50 feet from the Spanish Steps and in walking distance to all the main tourist sites. It was honestly like a hotel room with a full kitchenette AND air conditioning! I would soon find out in my next destination that Italians don’t believe in AC
Omg the FOOD. The pizza, pasta and gelato were the best by far in Rome (in my personal opinion) and probably had the best prices. The Margherita pizza (my favorite pizza) is a must have, of course, so I took full advantage. Some nights, I ordered a whole pie for myself…on top of pasta. Fresh handmade pasta in Italy is probably something I would want to eat for my last meal on earth. It was different because it has a little bit of a chewier, thicker texture to it than what we eat here in the States. I’m a huge texture girl when it comes to food. I determine what kind of foods I love and hate based on texture more than anything, so the thick noodles hit the mf spot. LOVE. I have too many good things to say about the gelato in Rome, but to keep it short, I’ll just say… if you’re ever in Italy, go to Grom and Giolitti.
As for the tourist sites and historical landmarks, my favorite was the Trevi Fountain (bc Lizzie McGuire AF, duh). I loved it so much that I decided to go once in the daytime and once at night, and I’m so glad I did because it’s just two different types of beautiful. I wish I had gone early in the morning because that’s when I found that all the touristy places are empty. My last morning, I woke up at 7 AM, thanks to jet lag, to walk out to the Spanish Steps. I sat and had my morning espresso with a breakfast pastry. It was so calm and so beautiful. For thirty minutes, during that unplanned, unintentional Roman Holiday moment, I was Audrey Hepburn, minus the handsome American reporter, and that was probably my favorite moment of my entire three days in Rome.
Next Stop: Firenze, Italia. Stay tuned for my next post!
Thanks for doing life with moi!