Rome-ing Through Italy

What’s all the fuss about Italian men anyway, right? So what if they look like Adonis himself. So what if the first words you hear from one of such creatures was, “Bellisimas! You are like the sun. There is only one of you” seconds after you meet him. You’d find these Adonis look-alike roaming the streets of Italy with no caution tape wrapped around them. Pardon me, I went on a rant. We are talking Italy!!! We are talking food that leaves a lasting imprint on your memory months after you tried it. We are talking art work that would tempt you to relocate just so you too could be part of this museum accidentally dubbed country. If you read my previous post, you’d recall that I always wanted to explore Italy. I intentionally kept that desire close to my heart hoping someday my feet would take me there. And when my feet  did, boy did Italy knock my ankle socks off!

Italy was more exquisite than I could have imagined. No visit to Rome is complete without a trip to the Colosseum, Pantheon, Roman Forum, Spanish Steps, Saint Peter’s Basilica, and the Trevi Fountain! Rumor has it I broke down and purchased my first pair of fashionable Prada shoes in Rome- who’s to tell if those rumors are true? Speaking of fashion, Italians take their fashion sense very seriously. Regardless of social status or age, locals take pride in the way they show up. 

Must Try: Gelato. Just do it! 

 

Genesis.

The Lagos sun was shining down with an uncommon kind of vengeance that day. I rolled down the window of my father’s car as he drove and put one arm out the wide opening. I closed my eyes and felt the wind pass through my fingers. There are many memories of my childhood, but this one stands out so vividly. I didn’t care where we went as long as we were taking a journey. The journey made me feel uninhibited. Over 20 years later and nothing has changed. The journey is, and always will be, more important than the destination.

This blog is not only about travel in the sense of packing up a luggage with your favourite swim wear, a fabulous pair of sunnies, and boarding a flight to some exotic location. I won’t let you down -this blog does include those- but more importantly, it deals with our interactions with each other in spaces outside of where we call home. Sometimes those interactions are filled with love and acceptance. Other times, they are horrid and make you lose faith in humanity. No matter the exchange, the point is to learn something new, see God in all things, and leave your space better than you found it. This, to me, is the genesis of meaningful travel.

Location: Ouro Preto (Black Gold), Brazil

Fun fact: Ouro Preto is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.