Trastevere
- Oct 26, 2016
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TRASTEVERE
ROME, ITALY
I walked and walked, like a lover lingering, soaking everything in,
knowing that soon, that in the morning, rome will only be a memory.
My hotel was in Trastevere, but unlike the last time when I was in an
apartment a short walk from the Pantheon, I could not get my bearing.
It was a dizzying tangle of spaghetti noodles looped around a fork and
perhaps it is my enjoyment of aimless wanderings that I decided to give
up deciphering my map anymore when every turn I made anyway brought
me to the exact opposite direction of where I wanted to go.
I was alone in the Eternal City after one week of being with newfound friends
from around the world, and being with The Dutch and his folks in Italy. I'm
hardly ever lonely, but this time, I admittedly was.
In the full day of my walking, a blister had sprouted from nowhere on my right
heel. Ironically, I walked all week in Central Italy without consternation and the
day I put some casual shoes on, my foot protests. It was a signal to sit at an
outdoor cafe, deciding which one zapped out the energy out of me. Luckily
I ended up at a great place. I ordered a salad right away since we hardly
any fresh vegetables for a week! Although I'm not certain if Italians
do in fact eat pasta with truffle oil sauce since I know they grate
truffle on fresh pasta instead, at that time I didn't really care.
I guess that was me surrendering to the fact that it was time
to go home.
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