January 21st-23rd, 2011
Rome, Italy
Woke up early and packed (of course I packed the morning of my flight) and bus and metro'd it to the airport. Made it to Athens International Airport with plenty of time to spare and almost no one there, and did a little bit of location scouting for the production as well. Arnold and I played travel scrabble until we got on our flight (I won...by a large margin too haha) and then we were off on our adventure! (Say Anything reference anyone?).
Here are the rules of travel we created while we were in Rome:
- Never intentionally backtrack!
- Don’t be afraid to get lost.
- Free stuff is free stuff.
- Don't listen to con artists!
- Don’t plan ahead.
- You can always make more money.
- Bring a watch.
- Everything happens for a reason.
- Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
- DON’T PANIC.
Aside from buying our tickets, we decided not to make any plans until we got to Rome. No booking our hostel, figuring out how to get from the airport to the city, where we wanted to go: nothing. Spontaneity is what life's about right? So when we got off the plane the first thing we did was go to an information desk to get a map. We were standing in the middle of a terminal examining our mediocre map when a random Italian guy approached us and offered to give us a ride in his "small bus" for 17 euros a person. This seemed pretty sketchy but he said there were already four people in the car so we figured we might as well. When we got to the van the creepiness was confirmed but at least there were four British people in the car, so in we went.
Even Rome in a car is beautiful- plus we met a British couple who were super friendly and they gave us the best places to go in London and just England in general so we plan to go there after the production's over! We had our driver drop us off at The Yellow, a hostel Arnold found online, but it was booked. So we walked down the street to Hotel Lella, went inside, and then proceeded to ask if they had any available rooms and if they did how much they were. Convo:
Us: How much is a room?
Them: How much do you want to pay?
Us: Umm...what?
Them: How much do you want to pay?
Us: *weird looks exchanged* 20 euros a night?
Them: *after some deliberation* That sounds fine, we give you special room.
Yet another sketchy situation, but our room ended up being super nice and we even got a complimentary breakfast the second day so we were fine with it. Plus we checked on how much rooms were when we got back home and they were 60 euros a night...so apparently we actually did get a good deal. After we'd basically thrown our stuff down and left the hostel, we made it to our first Italian restaurant- Ristorante Pizzeria. So original right? The pizza was delicious and the kind that you fold in half like a sandwich. Plus our waiter was very helpful when we asked about the nightlife and which clubs we'd have the most fun at. So far so good!
We started making random turns, this way and that, and after about five minutes ended up at the Colosseum! Then we took a right and saw the Roman Forum and a Van Gogh exhibit, but decided to wait on that until the next day when the line went down. We went off in search of the Spanish Steps, thought we found them and then realized that was not the case. We kept taking fun, silly pictures and ended up searching for a non-pizza like restaurant for dinner for a looonngg time. Thank goodness I had my trusty umbrella with me because it started to pour! Lasagna for dinner and then off to find the Trevvy Fountain.
I've already been to Rome one time, on my 16th birthday, and I got to wish in the Trevvy Fountain that night. I thought you tossed a coin in and made a wish and that wish had to come true. But the British couple in the car with us said that you throw the coin in so you'll return to Rome. And I definitely had! Before we made it to the Trevvy Fountain (and it turned out to be surprisingly harder to find than we thought) we stumbled upon the rain-streaked streets in front of the Pantheon, and got some really interesting gelato. We finally made it to the fountain and started taking pictures but random guys kept stepping in our pictures so we'd have to buy theirs. Very annoying!
Arnold went first in throwing in his coin, and he missed! We should have seen this as a bad omen because right when I was about to throw mine in and Arnold was taking a picture, one of the con artists came up and said he's take one with his camera- which is very expensive. He was having us pose in really weird ways to where we weren't actually looking at him so I just assumed he was going to make a run with the camera. Thank goodness he didn't but what he did do was take out his polaroid and snap two pictures. These two crappy pictures ended up costing 17 euros! Pretty annoying but also 'part of the experience' as we kept saying, or "everything happens for a reason" was also one of our favorites. The night only went a little down from there when I went into a souvenir shop looking for a shirt and got yelled at over and over again by the saleswoman- apparently you're not supposed to unfold the shirts to look at them!
Our spirits were lifted again when we couldn't find our way back home. Of course right? We kept looking at the map and asking where to go, but what made it so fun was that the streets were almost dead quiet. The last time I was here I didn't even like Rome because it was so crowded and busy and impersonal. This time though it seemed like we were the only ones out at 10pm on a Friday night- I definitely didn't mind that at all. We made it home with no trouble, a few wrong turns but that's what traveling's about.
Saturday morning! We didn't set an alarm because we had nowhere really to be, but we got up around 9am and had our complimentary croissant and tea at the breakfast bar. We knew we wanted to hit up the Van Gogh Exhibit so that was our first stop- but we also wanted to explore the Roman Metro system too. Not too crazy actually, one euro for a ride and it's pretty self-explanatory. When we got to the museum there was an even longer line than from the night before but we waited anyway. Van Gogh's paintings were amazing and even though some of his biggest works weren't there, I still loved it. Arnold's quite the artist and had recreated one of his mom's favorite paintings which just happened to be one of Van Gogh's too.
We had seen the Opera the night before so we scurried over to it to see when the latest show time was and how much it would cost. A bit more than I had expected but I'd never been to an opera so I went for it anyway. We bought the cheapest tickets we could for the Opera- The View from the Bridge which would begin at 6pm. With time to kill and no real plans we hopped back on the metro and made our way to Vatican City. The square we came into was beautiful with fountains and statues everywhere; it's hard to understand that you're actually in a completely different country, the smallest country in the world actually, and its only a few stops off the metro. They don't even check your passport or have any type of security either which is very surprising.
After we'd taken enough pictures and marveled at the architecture we bought roasted chestnuts from a vendor. I'd been wanting these since I saw them in Greece! They kind of look like little brains (gross I know) and taste pretty close to chicken too. It was getting close to six so we went and got something to drink and headed over to the Opera. When we got there we soon realized just how under-dressed we were. Old men and women were everywhere with fur coats and diamonds- apparently going to the Opera is similar to dressing up for prom. Whoops! We were just wearing jeans and t-shirts with our backpacks still on our backs. But oh well, we were there to see the show anyway.
The building was enormous and the most elaborate thing I've ever seen. Velvety walls and chandeliers everywhere; black tuxed butlers everywhere as well as champagne. When the show finally started we found that it was actually an opera in English with Italian subtitles- not what we expected but we didn't exactly object. The show was a little confusing at first but when it ended I was pretty sure I had followed what had happened- I could only see about 3/4 of the show so I missed a few parts. Then off again to the hostel with the intention of freshening up before we went clubbing but when we got back we were so exhausted we just fell asleep.
That is, until Arnold woke up in a tizzy throwing things around the room trying to figure out the time. We had called the same service that dropped us off at the hostel that day to come and pick us up at 5:30am so we could make our flight, but we had forgotten to set an alarm. It was the most hilarious thing to see him like that, so anxious and silly, at one point he even said "Susie, you need to be more URGENT!" When I finally found my phone I couldn't help but laugh because it was 12:15am! We had plenty of time. Funniest moment of the trip by far, and I doubt he'll ever live that down.
Our car picked us up on time and we made it to the airport without a hitch. Off we went back to Greece! How amazing is it that we can just pick up for a weekend and visit Rome! Such an awesome weekend!!! :):)
Spontaneity is my middle name,
Susie :)
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Pizza Restaurant! |
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Best Pizza Ever! |
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Putting on a scarf and pizza :) |
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Off to Rome!!! :) |
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At Hotel Lella- our hostel! |
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Our travel scrabble game before we left- I kicked his butt! |
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Arnold haggling like crazy for something he didn't want |
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We just stumbled upon the Colosseum |
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The View from the wedding cake |
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The Spanish Steps |
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What we thought were the Spanish Steps for awhile... |
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His first cannoli |
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Mmmmm :) |
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The Pantheon- the cobblestone streets are so pretty after it rains :) |
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136 Steps to the top- Spanish Steps |
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Inside Vatican City- The square |
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The Opera- so ritzy! |
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BEAUTIFUL! |