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Rome // Italy

By Lauren di Matteo

WRITTEN BY NICOLE BRAVO

It is true that every city in Italy has its own unique energy and vibe, and Rome is no exception. It was this Italian city which first won my heart a couple of years ago, and coming back was a sweet reunion of lovers separated for far too long. Love was awakened within my heart once again, more by feeling than logic or reason, as those who have yielded to the captivating powers of Roma will understand.

Where is reason in the sun’s softened rays kissing the steadfast saints of Piazza San Pietro? Where is logic in the sense of awe that washes over one walking through dimly lit, cobblestone streets, under ancient archways, and across bridges crowned with majestic statues? Rome is more than its sum total of inspiring museums and gardens, beautiful as they may be. It is more than flowing fountains, towering duomos, and magnificent frescoes. The magic of the Eternal City cannot be transmitted through paltry prose—try as we may—or even the beauty of song. It must be experienced by a soul that is willing to silence itself long enough to hear what the voices within ancient walls may say. Eyes that yearn to gaze upon golden streams which condescend to dance upon streets from centuries gone by. A heart that longs to experience within a city, that which it has only ever known upon the mountaintop. This is my Italy. This is my Rome.