Day 2 in Roma I went with Cisi to Tivoli. It's such a sweet little town exactly how you would imagine a small Italian town- little winding streets with tall houses, a town square being the town centre. The main attraction was Villa D'Este - a cardinal's house with a magnificent garden of fountains. It was designed by two well known architects which is the reason Cisi wanted to go as she is an architect.
There were so so so so so many fountains- some large, some hidden in caves, rocks, one was a statue of water pouring from multiple nipples. One of the most famous is the organ fountain- the water causes the music to play every two hours- it's fantastic! But my fav was a little system of fountains all flowing into each other with a little boat and it seemed to tell a little story.
I filled the camera card, soaked up the sun and was soothed by the sound of running water. Cisi suggested maybe we were calmed by the sound because there was a time when running water was very welcome to a traveller and a sign of life for them.
We had delicious freshly made pumpkin-filled pasta in a creamy tomato sugo and tirimisu for lunch.
That night my Italian cooked us all pasta for dinner for free and we drank a litre of Eu 2.50 vino rosso (the good stuff!) between the 2 of us. Being quite chirpy after this I headed out with the boisterous group of Spanish students whom spoke little English- it was entertaining!
My last day in Roma- I woke up very early because I wanted to see the Trevi with absolutely no one around it so I jogged there (slowly as I was nursing a hangover) and got my empty Trevi at about 7.30 am. I was able to admire the magnificence of the actual fountain and have it all to myself. But I think it's charm is mostly having all the people around it- picnicking, making wishes and photographing.
I then jogged through a lovely park. More gelati, more piazza people watching and then back to the hostel to pack. My Italian had a bowel of pasta for my last lunch waiting for me. He did not want to see me go.
As I carted my oversized Crush and 2 extra suposedly carry-on sized bags to the station, I was stopped by a blonde, blue- eyed dreamy Italian man. He had a suit slung over one shoulder and was strolling confidently. He stopped me and asked if I needed help, then went on to tell my I had lovely eyes and he would like to take me out to lunch before I left if I had time! Ha ha what a fairytale! I politely declined and trudged on most inelegantly in comparison to the station.
There were so so so so so many fountains- some large, some hidden in caves, rocks, one was a statue of water pouring from multiple nipples. One of the most famous is the organ fountain- the water causes the music to play every two hours- it's fantastic! But my fav was a little system of fountains all flowing into each other with a little boat and it seemed to tell a little story.
I filled the camera card, soaked up the sun and was soothed by the sound of running water. Cisi suggested maybe we were calmed by the sound because there was a time when running water was very welcome to a traveller and a sign of life for them.
We had delicious freshly made pumpkin-filled pasta in a creamy tomato sugo and tirimisu for lunch.
That night my Italian cooked us all pasta for dinner for free and we drank a litre of Eu 2.50 vino rosso (the good stuff!) between the 2 of us. Being quite chirpy after this I headed out with the boisterous group of Spanish students whom spoke little English- it was entertaining!
My last day in Roma- I woke up very early because I wanted to see the Trevi with absolutely no one around it so I jogged there (slowly as I was nursing a hangover) and got my empty Trevi at about 7.30 am. I was able to admire the magnificence of the actual fountain and have it all to myself. But I think it's charm is mostly having all the people around it- picnicking, making wishes and photographing.
I then jogged through a lovely park. More gelati, more piazza people watching and then back to the hostel to pack. My Italian had a bowel of pasta for my last lunch waiting for me. He did not want to see me go.
As I carted my oversized Crush and 2 extra suposedly carry-on sized bags to the station, I was stopped by a blonde, blue- eyed dreamy Italian man. He had a suit slung over one shoulder and was strolling confidently. He stopped me and asked if I needed help, then went on to tell my I had lovely eyes and he would like to take me out to lunch before I left if I had time! Ha ha what a fairytale! I politely declined and trudged on most inelegantly in comparison to the station.
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