We’re plunged to our last hair strand into a tidal wave formed by the pandemic. There goes four months of suffocation and restrictions that life has suddenly imposed on us. Until when? The United States and Brazil, as well as other countries in the Americas, were hit well after Asia, where the tsunami began. So it will still take us a while to breathe again without the risk of “taking a hit”. For now, in the middle of the whirlwind, we can only exercise patience and, who knows, dream!
To my surprise, Rome came to brighten my evening. Vibrant streets, cheerful and talkative people, historical monuments, colorful storefronts, delicious restaurants and those ice creams, which are considered the best in the world, were so clear that they looked real. Rome has surfaced. But what is a dream after all? Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, called dreams “repressed unconscious contents”. My most secret thoughts and desires were trying to say, “Rome! I miss you! I want to see you again! ”.
My love story with Rome is very old. Do you know when you have such intimacy with a place that you already know which streets you want to walk? Where you want to have lunch. What monuments you want to see again. Where you want to stop for coffee. The best tiramisu in town. Favorite ice cream parlor…
I can’t go through Rome without having lunch or a coffee looking at the Colosseum, I love feeling the buzz of people at the Fontana di Trevi while I taste a delicious gelato, I love to see Michelangelo’s frescoes in the Sistine Chapel. To stay, I always choose the surroundings of Piazza di Spagna (two great options are The Inn & The View at The Spanish Steps and the Hotel de Russie), I never miss a walk through the picturesque neighborhood of Trastevere and I love watching the sunset from the bridge in front of Castel D’Angelo. Ah Rome! This will all pass and soon we will see each other.
What about you? How are your dreams going?
