On our first day in Rome, I told Becca I had three goals: 1) Make a wish in the Trevi Fountain, 2) eat gelato at the Trevi Fountain, and 3) meet cute Italian boys at the Trevi Fountain. So we navigated our way to the Trevi Fountain and lounged in the sun's golden rays while indulging on our creamy Nutella flavored gelato. I tossed three coins over my shoulder into the fountain, making three memorable wishes. As we sat on the stone ledge admiring the turquoise water dancing across the elegantly carved sea gods, three gorgeous Italian boys came up to us. We flirtatiously chatted, and they taught us adorable Italian phrases like "Nella botte piccola ci sta il vino buono". It was more of a scene straight out of the Lizzie McGuire Movie than a Roman fairytale, but we had no complaints.
Next we wandered to the Spanish Steps and admired the beautiful rustic Italian buildings, the succulent bougainvillea, and the stunning stairs rising up to the Roman heavens. I climbed to the top and stood in awe of the city, in a state of complete euphoria. Bright colors of crimson, cantaloupe and lilac danced before our eyes while the sweet music of the city entranced us. Looking down upon the city, we contemplated how genuinely wonderful life is. We reflected upon our adventures abroad from the past four months and how blessed we are to have amazing families to come home to. I soaked in each second, etching every detail in my mind so I could cherish it forever. I felt on top of the world on those steps, and I truly was.
The following nights we discovered charming outdoor restaurants, generously draped in ivy and covered in glistening Christmas lights; sparkling under the full moon and silently singing along to the enchanting accordion players. We window shopped along the upscale shops near the Spanish Steps, and sat in the grass eating black cherry, coconut and rum flavored gelato. We explored the Vatican and gazed up at Michelangelo's stunning work in the Sistine Chapel. We dived into rich Roman history at the Colosseum and Palatine Hill, and relished the ancient ruins at the Roman Forum.
Rome felt like my home away from home. Within my first hour of arriving, I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and familiarity. The quaint streets and cafés reminded me of my own home, decorated with chic Italian style and Tuscan countryside charm, along with my mom's delectable homemade Italian meals wafting through the kitchen. Drinking wine in outdoor restaurants decorated with emerald plants and illuminated candles reminded me of my backyard, surrounded by lush gardens and twinkling lights. Embracing my Italian roots in Rome was like indulging on gelato: sweet, flawless and completely euphoric.