My first overseas trip took me to Italy, a destination cherished by people from all corners of the globe. The excitement of the journey kept me awake on the night flight. Arriving at Rome airport, a sense of anticipation filled me. After a quick refresh in the washroom, our guide led us to the coach to begin our sightseeing adventure, starting with Vatican City (Seoul Through My Eyes & Jeju Island Through My Lens).
In Vatican City, the world's tiniest country, every corner whispers tales of faith and history. Supported solely by donations, it's a place where Peter, the first Pope, found his eternal rest. Designed by Michelangelo, its cleanliness and grandeur astound visitors.
The Colosseum
Stepping into the Arch of Constantine, my heart raced with excitement. Right before me stood the monumental Arch of Constantine, towering at 25 meters tall, erected in AD 315 to commemorate Constantine's victory over Maxentius. Pausing to listen to our Italian guide, a lady this time, we delved into the significance of the Colosseum.
Strolling along the lane towards Trevi
Fountain, my senses were alive with anticipation. The aroma of Italian cuisine
wafted through the air, tempting me to indulge in some gelato from a nearby
café. With gelato in hand, I finally reached the fountain, a bustling scene
amidst the summer heat.
As I stood there, marveling at the fountain,
I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the crowds. It seemed everyone wanted a
picture, making it difficult to capture the moment without pushing through the
throngs of people. Despite the chaos, I couldn't resist the tradition of
tossing a coin into the fountain, silently making a wish for a return to Italy
one day.
After spending an hour at Trevi Fountain,
I found myself growing restless. It was time to move on, to savor a delicious
lunch at a nearby café before continuing our journey to the Spanish Steps.
Spanish Steps
Ah, the famous Spanish Steps - 135 steps of charm and history. As I climbed each step, I couldn't help but imagine the countless souls who had done the same before me. Some sat and rested, others simply admired the view. My brief 20 minutes there were spent capturing the beauty of the surrounding square, soaking in the atmosphere.
And so, with the Spanish Steps behind me,
I looked forward to my next destination: Florence. Who knew what adventures awaited
me there?
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