Rome : The Hidden City
I am yet to meet something that I don't like about Italy and Italians. Much like Africa and Africans, it seems that Italy and Italians have a way of life that is firmly based on large family gatherings, even larger tables of food (always!) and very loud banter!
Perhaps it is these distinct similarities between my own African upbringing and the charming Italian way of life that enticed me to sign up for an Italian course in university and dream of spending my days eating pasta and gelato (and not gaining any weight) like Liz in Eat, Pray , Love . So imagine my delight as we found ourselves wandering the streets of Rome this past summer?
Deciding to make the most of my Schengen visa , by taking a short trip to Rome for two nights (just enough time to feast on all that pasta and gelato!). Being our first trip to Italy I was very pleased that the magical city of Rome would be the place for our first taste of Italian charm.
As our taxi pulled into Rome , the small streets swirling with crowds at every corner and cars zooming past the ancient remnants of the Coliseum and the famed Spanish Steps, I was more than ready to start traipsing through the hidden mazes and old cobbled streets of this enchanting city.
Read more travel adventures in Rome here .
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