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I inhale the dust of ages, and hack up a lung over the ground that Constantine once presided over. I fell down the very same stairs that Marcus Aurelius once walked up. I've taken to filling my water bottle from fountains that have been running with pure freezing water, from the very same aqueducts that have provided the Roman empire with water for the past 2000 years.
Everywhere I walk, I'm consumed by history and it is an overwhelming if not amazing feeling. The area of ancient Rome vibrates with the spirits of thousands of years past, and you can't help but get chills when walking through the Capitoline Hill...and looking at the very world that the most powerful men in history once ruled, out the very same window.
I do believe I am finally falling in love with a city, with the world. And though my first week here it was hard to believe I was out of New York, a filthy, excruciatingly hot New York...I've finally settled and grown to be amazed with every little thing I see. Even the dirt, the stones that catch in my sandals are ancient, hold some sort of spirit.
And this city is in layers. San Clemente is a new obsession, a church, build over another church, built over an ancient Roman temple that housed the very first monotheists.
I can't help but be disappointed by some of the things that have occurred through history, the fact that the Pantheon is now a church..and that the marble that covers the Vatican is the main source of the delapitation of the Roman Forum and Colosseum. But at the same time...its most certainly another piece of history. And I can only wonder if in time the same fate will befall the new world. Doubtful, because this place really has given new meaning to the phrase they don't build things like they used to.
Everywhere I walk, I'm consumed by history and it is an overwhelming if not amazing feeling. The area of ancient Rome vibrates with the spirits of thousands of years past, and you can't help but get chills when walking through the Capitoline Hill...and looking at the very world that the most powerful men in history once ruled, out the very same window.
I do believe I am finally falling in love with a city, with the world. And though my first week here it was hard to believe I was out of New York, a filthy, excruciatingly hot New York...I've finally settled and grown to be amazed with every little thing I see. Even the dirt, the stones that catch in my sandals are ancient, hold some sort of spirit.
And this city is in layers. San Clemente is a new obsession, a church, build over another church, built over an ancient Roman temple that housed the very first monotheists.
I can't help but be disappointed by some of the things that have occurred through history, the fact that the Pantheon is now a church..and that the marble that covers the Vatican is the main source of the delapitation of the Roman Forum and Colosseum. But at the same time...its most certainly another piece of history. And I can only wonder if in time the same fate will befall the new world. Doubtful, because this place really has given new meaning to the phrase they don't build things like they used to.