Travel Essays

In a tradition of sorts Rome has yielded up a great traveling companion and kindred spirit in the form of a dorm mate at my peaceful hostel. There was a thunderstorm last night and it has washed the air, and the sky is blue, blue, blue despite small showers here and there. For the first time in a long time I feel a corner of myself that only I could fill begin to fill with what feels like contentment. Gelato was consumed as well as excellent buffalo mozzerella pizza and a fantastic glass of wine (just to take the edge off the first day and help slumber you understand ^_~) in the travestere at night-time capped off a wonderful day of just making the rounds to the famous monuments.