I LOVE Rome. It’s my favorite place on earth. I love the sights, i love the people, i love the feeling i get when i step onto the busy streets, i love the trevi fountain. . . and i loved being there with mike. We got off the train from Venice and my madness began-poor mike got dragged around the city. I took him to get gelato, we searched the entire city for potato pizza, we went to hard rock cafe (i needed meat. . . a big burger did the trick), we stayed at the River Palace, we walked, and we walked. And at the end of the day–we were just happy.
The Spanish Steps. . . my mother told me to stay away from Chanel–so i did, but j’adore Dior!
I wore my Roman sandals so I’d fit in. . .
I DIED of excitement every time we stepped foot in the piazza with the trevi fountain. . .
A quaint alleyway, a husband, and the Vatican. . .
It was a gorgeous day at the Colosseum. . . the crowds were sparse because USC wasn’t playing that day.
What do you do when it rains in Rome? You buy an umbrella!