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All Roads Actually Lead to Rome

I remember sitting at the dinner table and asking Papino if all roads actually lead to Rome. He answered saying, of course, you have to be facing the right direction but eventually, this road leads to that road and you'll find yourself in Rome. Well, my friends, I have found this to be true.

Roma, what a dream come true. I can tell you little Adia did indeed cry seeing the Fontana di Trevi for the first time. The Colosseo is grand and I have many more places to discover. Although like I expected my favorite moments were when I was taking a break at the parks just sitting and soaking it in. If you want to take any piece of travel advice from me I demand it be this: Always find a park for optimal enjoyment. Yeah just a local parco di gioci. Or whatever is vicino. This is how to have the ultimate best place because A) You can find the most dogs there. B)You can always find a place to sit if you think your feet might fall off. C) If you are lucky they'll have a musician playing live music or painters and lastly D) Did I mention the pups!?

The food is great everywhere you go and please for the love, eat some pistachio gelato. My soul had not lived before eating authentic pistachio gelato.

And ah the temple. I remember my dilemma from getting home from my last trip to Italy and thinking I had reached the peak of my life, how could it get any better!? Then as I FINALLY got to the temple grounds I had to relive this dilemma all over again.

My journey there was strangely hard. Being the stubborn Aries I am I figured I would just walk the hour and forty-five-minute distance from the nearest metro ride and it would be dandy. After about 25 minutes of getting turned around, I finally found the right path. Unfortunately, it was a decent incline and my feet were already dying from 7 days of walking around. The best part was the shard of glass that had flicked back up into my shoe and continued to impale my heel. The devil being sneaky sent me a thought, " This can't be worth it, there is so much further to go. You're so tired. You should go back." Let me be clear in saying even if I had been chased by crazy people and hit by a bus, I would have made my way there. No rain or tempest would have stopped me. After crossing a roundabout and a freeway exit and running through a field in my dress I set foot on the blessed temple grounds.

No experience will ever match it. I was part of one of the last groups of the day and it was dark. I made my way around to the front side of the Temple, without anyone in sight and I cried. Silent, gentle tears rolled down as I thought of what that last few hours had accomplished. This was my single most thought of event over the last 10 years. I dreamed of what it would be like and I still cannot figure out how I could ever be worthy of such a blessing.

Needless to say, I rode a 15 minute Uber back to the Metro. And the rest was history.

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