Something old.

[sydneydaile]

I was looking through an old LJ I kept in college (no link will be provided, it's full of epic bouts of moping and unrequited love whining), and came across this. I wrote it just after returning from my amazing 10 day trip to Rome in the summer of 2006. I want to feel this way again, and soon. I've been craving Rome something fierce lately. It got in my blood, put a mark on my soul, and I'll always remember my time there with vivid, awestruck clarity:

i watched the atlantic ocean pass with amazement.
i saw france alit from above with stars of light illuminated in the black of night.
i climbed four flights of stairs with my forty pound suitcase.
i was surprised by trevi fountain.
i had the dust of two ancient cultures on my feet.
i wept in awe at the colosseum and roman forum.
i took over 700 pictures.
i ate spaghetti with eggs on it and liked it.
i ate lemon gelato almost every day.
i went all the way to rome and kissed a guy from minnesota.
i drank wine at the top of the spanish steps.
i was fully submerged in the mediterranean sea and felt empowered.
i touched almost everything i saw to make it real.
i saw the pope.
i screamed at the top of my lungs on a bus.
i walked through catacombes.
i miss seeing the pantheon and trevi fountain every day.
i will never be able to accurately describe to another person how amazing this trip was.