After losing my job, I needed to avoid misery. This city delivered: Rome, the Eternal City, proved to be the perfect remedy. Despite being well-traveled, I'd never been to Italy, and Rome's promise of la dolce vita appealed to my need for sweetness. Using my severance pay, I booked a flight and a tiny room near the Spanish Steps.
The very first morning, jet lag took me on a walk through the awakening city, where I witnessed the daily routine of garbage collectors, street sweepers, and bar owners putting up chairs. The sun bathed the seven hills in a golden light, and Rome's beauty responded with ancient structures and Renaissance confections. The city's lush greenery, from umbrella pines to olive trees, added to its charm.
Rome's allure lay in its ability to reward curiosity. A wrong turn could lead to hidden gems like ancient ruins, fountains, or churches, completely off the tourism radar. The locals, well-dressed and indifferent to the city's grandeur, yet proud of their home, moved through the city with ease. This contrast between the city's beauty and the locals' casual attitude was captivating.
My favorite places in Rome became my companions, each with its own story to tell. The Pantheon whispered of resilience, Bernini's Elephant and Obelisk reminded me of strength, and Caravaggio's 'The Conversion of St Paul' in Santa Maria del Popolo showed spiritual surrender in a realistic, unadorned setting. These experiences left a deep impact on me.
Over the next decade, I returned to Rome several times, always eager to explore more. However, the pandemic and overtourism became issues, making me question my right to visit the city. I felt uncomfortable contributing to the problem, and Rome's charm seemed to fade.
But fate had a surprise in store. In 2026, I found myself passing through Rome, and despite my initial hesitation, I felt the city's energy and warmth. I discovered that the Rome I loved was still there, even amidst the crowds. The city's rhythm, with its cobblestones and unpredictable traffic, was familiar and comforting.
I realized that Rome's magic didn't require famous landmarks. The city itself was enough. I felt happy and content, even without visiting my usual spots. The next day, I walked to Basilica Santa Maria degli Angeli, a Michelangelo masterpiece, and attended a moving mass. The experience left me with a renewed sense of Rome's energy and a deep understanding that Rome and I were not over. I would be back soon, eager to explore more of this enchanting city.
