Unlike the Amalfi Coast, which inspires the immediate need to express all the beauty I see, Rome requires taking a pause, and reflecting on its charm from a distance.
All roads lead to Rome, they say, and on an early summer Saturday morning, we opened our sleepy eyes as we touched down at the Leonardo Da Vinci airport, squinting at the bright sunshine that would later beat down our backs as we explored the city.
Rome is hot in August, my friends.
Because this Italian city is so full of concrete, stone and cement, with very little greenery and parks, summer is definitely a HOT season to be there.
Yet while the 36 deg Celcius heat and scorching sun made us break into an unforgiving sweat, it didn’t deter us from endearing ourselves to this city so rich in culture and inked in time.
(Come wander along the streets of this gorgeous, ancient city with me…)