The Great City of Rome

While wandering through the Colosseum book store this morning, I happened upon the title, “Journey to Rome with Dickens, Shelley, and Ruskin.” I could have spent hours sitting on the ground, overlooking the awesome prospect of the walls, aisles, and ruins of the Colosseum, perusing the pages of that book. After reading some of their perfectly poetic descriptions I have been so frustrated by my own inability to describe the impact this great city has on the individual. 

From the moment we stepped off the train and made our way through the crowded streets to our hotel, I have become more and more aware of the sensations akin to awe that this city brings forth.

I am here on this wonderful journey, as companion, pleasure seeker, and sightseer. I hope one day to return for a longer stay as philosopher, poet, and artist. These are the roles (no matter how unfit one is) that this city inspires. 

Having said that; we had a charming day in this truly spectacular city. The first half of the day was spent at the Colosseum, wandering through the various passages and museums. It is difficult, as aforementioned, to explain how amazing this sight is. Everyone has seen pictures and everyone knows how ancient the building is; but standing beside the sheer grandeur of the structure is enough to leave one speechless.

The sunshine and the clouds were battling for dominance all morning, and before we left the Colosseum the sky opened and poured forth the rain. Fortunately, there are an abundance of people on the street corners just waiting to to sell you an umbrella.

We had a very exciting remainder of the day as well, but for now I will start with pictures of the great amphitheater. There may be a lot… it really warrants having its photo taken.