Now I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining so please don’t read it as such but I have been walking for days with only a few shorts hours of beauty rest. Don’t get me wrong, I was really excited to be going Rome as I’d never been there before. In fact I couldn’t wait to visit the sites, hang out at the terraces in the piazza’s, meet cute boy shoes (as one does in Rome). Thing is, we never stopped walking. I mean, I thought we were going on a mini-vacation… little did i know. After our leisurely breakfast on our beautiful terrace, which lead me to think that our day would be very restful, off we went: over the bridges, up the hills, down the stairs, into the parks, along the river, around the piazza’s, in and out of stores, into museums, around the fountains, in line-ups for gelato… We just didn’t stop. Ok ok, occasionally we had a break, a chance for me to catch my breath. We enjoyed some Spritz’s, a bit of people watching, but just as I was getting comfortable, off we went again. Over more bridges, up the hills, down the stairs, into the parks, along the river, around the piazza’s, in and out of stores, into the colosseum (which really is incredible!), around the fountains, in line-ups for gelato again… I kept thinking, isn’t she getting tired? Doesn’t she want another one of those orange drinks? More people watching? Isn’t it time for dinner? But who am I to make those suggestions? She’s the boss.
Luckily my wedge is perfectly made for walking and other than brushing off a bit of dust from the cobblestones and freshening up, I still look like I just had a short stroll ; ).
P.S. This is me, taking a well-earned break. I look quite refreshed don’t you think?