If Rome was home…

July 14, 2010

This is a bit delayed, I suppose. But when your dissertation’s first chapter has a due date impending, you struggle to find every excuse to delay the prospect of reading and (slitting your wrists) writing. Well, it’s never really a struggle.

Back in April, I received an invite from the beautiful Sarah to join her in the beautiful Rome for a week-long stay. Meeting less than a month before, we became fast friends through a production in which we were jointly involved in York. To briefly summarize the “Croxton 1190” experience: persecuted Jews, curious Christians, a non-bloody bagel, one cigar, intense glares, and several bottles of champagne. Overall, an entirely rewarding production, providing a concise and pleasant end to spring term.

In any case, off to Rome I went for an excellent (necessary) holiday.

Barring the nasty volcanic blast and malevolent ash cloud that followed to dampen my contented holiday spirits, my temporary Roman holiday was a gorgeous time. Staying in the apartment of a friend, whom sometimes resides on the Italian peninsula, is a thing of beauty. And, wow, was Eliza’s flat spectacular indeed. Set in the ever-trendy Trastevere, Sarah and I were perfectly placed to access every site in (the sprawling) Eternal City. To somewhat drunkenly stumble onto the cobbled streets for an evening passeggiata and, as if by magic, come upon St. Peter’s Basilica or the Trevi Fountain…there are no words. The city empties, and we were left alone to explore on foot the age-old wonders. The city was ours.

Did I forget to mention the food and wine? Fantastic as ever, as you can imagine, and well consumed by yours truly.

Highlights of this trip:

  • Exploring all day produces a rather large appetite. As such, we would stop at a nearby Pizza place, order ridiculous amounts of food, and eat back at the flat while watching old movies and (hilarious) episodes of Flight of the Concords and Spooks. Seeing Roman Holiday was a particular treat.
  • The Trevi at night. And just us two in attendance to regard its beauty.
  • Food in cafes housed with porticoes and sunshine.

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