blog 45

Blog 45

When I was in 6^th grade my family and I took a trip to the awesome city of Rome. We were currently living in the town of Harpenden in England at the time, so it was a short flight to the Italian capitol. It was around the time of Thanksgiving, and was our first of that holiday overseas. The country of England did not celebrate the holiday for obvious reasons, so my parents wanted to celebrate it in our own way. The city of Rome can be described only as incredible. The architecture is beautiful, old, and historic. The thought that almost every building in that city is older than the majority of the dwellings in the United States is crazy. Each block we explored was deeply intertwined in history. We walked at least ten miles each of the four days we were there. We walked to the jaw dropping coliseum, the impressive Roman forum, the amazing Pantheon in the heart of Rome and many other places around the city. We also entered the Vatican City and saw Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel, a striking experience. While all this was amazing, the very best aspect of Rome was the food. The food was insanely delicious. The thousands of pizza places scattered around the city are by far superior in quality to anything you can get in the United States. The gilatto, Italian ice cream, was unspeakably delicious. I still dream to this day of the treat that was the main seller of thousands of carts on every block. We would stop at a gilatto stand four to five times a day. Simply incredible. My tastebuds are still recovering from the orgasm of the mouth I experienced with the food in Rome.