When I was in college, my dream was to study abroad for a semester in Florence. My mother is a classically trained artist who I’ve always called the “female Michelangelo.” It seemed fitting to be in the place in Italy where art is such a prominent element. I even began the entry process for the program and planned my life around that semester. Yet things, as they often do, got in the way and I didn’t end up in Italy as an impressionable girl in her early twenties.
Instead, I ended up a decade later at 31 in an apartment in Trastevere not knowing what to expect and completely free of pre-conceived notions, eager for adventure. Still, slightly disappointed my first experience in Italy wasn’t going to take place in Florence.
So I think Rome heard the little sigh that escaped my psyche and planned accordingly, a grand seduction that I never saw coming.
I don’t know if it was the gelato…
My sojourn in Rome was made possible by HouseTrip who provided our apartments in Rome and the experience of living like a local. However, opinions in this article are my own. **Thanks to Deb of ThePlanetD for the image of me on a Vespa! And why don’t I have a photo with you two from the trip??**