A short two-hour flight brought me from Europe’s biggest harbor to Cesar’s birthplace. Rome, Italy’s capital and its largest city (it has about 2.7m inhabitants and roughly 0.8m more in its urban areas), was the once capital of the Roman Empire. A TV series told today’s people the story of Rome. It ended after the second season, which was aired in 2005 and 2006. Also like the movie ‘Gladiator’ shows, the Colosseum is one of the city’s most famous and most visited places; about 4m visitors pilgrimage there every year. Only Vatican City attracts slightly more eyes (the number is 4.3m).
Vatican City is a sovereign city-state inside Rome. It is host to about 800 residents of whom the Pope is probably the most well-known person. Every Sunday he gives a mass; unfortunately, we were not able to see the Pope in person since we attended a mass at 4 pm. Yet, the mass was a great experience, especially for me as an Evangelic who had never seen a Catholic mass before. The mass was held in the St. Peter’s Basilica, the main building and probably the largest ‘church’ that I’ve ever seen. It is impressively decorated with paintings, sculptures and gold. Different wings complicate one’s orientation only to intensify the feeling of mystery and tranquility. During the mass I was deeply impressed by the choir’s performance (there were only five men singing). However, I found it a pity that the priests were rather rushing in and out; it was probably just another working day. All songs were in Italian and there was no singing book available, unlike in Swiss evangelic churches, where usually more local songs are chosen.
Apart from Vatican City, there are many other impressive buildings in the UNESCO protected old part of the city. One is ‘Fontana di Trevi’, which was the arrival point of a major reconstructed aqueduct in the 15th century. The roads in the old city are pretty narrow and I was surprised not to see any traditional Vespa. It seems to have been replaced by more modern scooters. Our hotel, the Andreotti Hotel, was located near ‘Piazza del Republica’, an uninteresting square at which a very expensive luxury hotel is located. Yet, the hotel’s location is fairly good, since it is only a ten minutes walk away from the main station. After arriving by plane at Roma Fiumicino, I needed to take a train to get to the city center. The trip cost about 10 Euros and took roughly 40 minutes. From the main station it was easy to find the hotel, thanks to iPhone’s maps functionality.
One time my Peruvian friend was getting tricked into a clothes sale. A driver would stop in the middle of the road and ask for directions (why would you ask tourists for directions anyway). Since my friend is very helpful he went closer to the car and took a look at the map that the man was showing to him. The guy started to talk and explain that he was from France. He then started to show him some clothes that he’d neatly folded on the passenger’s seat. It was then, Â when we saw our friend talking out his wallet, that we stopped him from going any further. The driver was obviously angry that he couldn’t complete his deal. The funny thing was that while this happened to my friend, we were actually talking about that kind of deals and that the exactly same thing happened to somebody else before. Not only tricks but also overpriced items can be very annoying around tourist places. There are many small food and drinks stalls near touristic locations; there products, however, are way too expensive. So better bring your tasty sandwiches and cold beverages from the local bakery around the corner.
We were lucky to get good and cheap food except on one occasion (the food and wine was overpriced). Probably the best way to find a good restaurant is to ask the concierge at the hotel’s reception for a dining tip. Also, when there is a mass of locals in the restaurant it should be a save sign. Food for two including a bottle of local red wine should cost about 40 Euros. As we ate at the same place for the second time we even received an iced glass of ‘Limoncello’ for dessert. Yes, eating in Italy is a pure joy, especially after four months in the Netherlands…