Writing this journal has been very much like planning my trip to Rome - for whatever reasons, I put it off as long as possible. But some things in life simply have to be done and I've no regrets for either of these efforts...no matter how "overdone" they were.
Living in such a large city, I'm somewhat apprehensive of seeking "vacation" in a potentially hectic environment that can yield much of the same of what I'm trying to leave behind. It's also why a seasoned traveler like myself could so unorthodoxly grimmace at the thoughts of extensive time in Los Angeles, London, or Paris despite their popularities. If you count Athens as part of Europe's "BIG 4" with must see's, Rome was the only one left. Thankfully, I found it most enjoyable of the larger cities...but also wrote in my post-travel notes - 'For my own personal preference, I'm much more comfortable and satisfied in the so-called "lesser cities" like a Barcelona or Lisbon; places that just captivate you the moment you arrive and don't have to "grow" on you as Rome did.' Strangely enough, I also compared the initial culture shock to that of Santo Domingo; "culture" more in terms of the chaotic frenzy than the people and even conditions.
So you might say that everything I'd heard or read about Rome was true and then some...as if understated for both the good AND the bad. But somehow, it wouldn't have been the same having one without the other. What I'd really consider Rome's greatest downfall is actually its abundance of everything! I'm not sure even a month would be enough to allow a traveler to physically and mentally take-in all there's to see and do. And for those of us planning to stay any less, there's an uncomfortable, inner-frenzied panic to make the most of our limited time that, if we're not careful, can quickly turn positives into overwhelming negatives.
Whether from physical exhaustion or the mental overload, I've earlier written that the second half of my trip was more enjoyable since I escaped the Tourist Trap for recovering and surviving my last few days - that ended up thriving and enhancing my greatest memories.
Wandering the back streets of Rome amidst the true Romans and witnessing everyday Italian life in the Eternal City were the kind of experiences I like to anchor my destinations around. With the pressure to see/go completely relinquished, I found myself lazily sitting around plazas and on the steps of out-of-the-way buildings and churches to gladly watch life pass me by.
I was literally melting into the background of Campidoglio on a sunny Sunday afternoon...entranced by the scores of brides and grooms, full wedding parties and well wishers who gathered for 15-minute Justice of the Peace ceremonies inside one of the Capitol's buildings. The refined beauty of these groups was like watching reruns of "The Godfather" every time another couple ascended Michaelangelo's Cordonata steps...an uninvited yet welcomed guest in beginning their new lives together.
I'll never forget the sights of dressed-up women leaving work, hiking their skirts up to strattle and kick-start motorscooters before racing off to somewhere...anywhere. Or, how lost tourists would stop to ask directions; my answering with knowledge, confidence as if I'd spent my entire life in Rome.
There were also a couple of afternoon/evenings I dared to venture out leaving backpack, camera and maps in my room to explore the Testaccio area which, aside from the pyramid crypt of Caius Cestius, would have passed for small-town America. And I'm sure not many travelers to Rome can say they've seen the deserted, former stockyards area which had a lower-class, yet friendly population; appearing all but excited that a foreigner would venture far enough out to see them.
Trastevere was my other casual destination where I struggled most without having my camera close-by, but you couldn't have captured on film the atmosphere, conversations, and presence in this close-knit community area where the locals DID dare to venture out among the visitors and interact. For those looking for the "real Rome"...romantic at that, head for Trastevere on an evening and expect to be soothed and cleansed from the daily tensions of travel.
These down times as a person on the "face of the earth" in yet another "place on the map" is when I reap the most from my travels out of personal reflections and exactly what I can take away from these experiences packed within my inner-being...not the suitcase. I also had to chuckle thinking about which of my undeveloped photographs I knew must be enlarged and framed to hang on my already crowded walls - something my sons and friends often joke about. But hey, after seeing how every inch of space in churches and museums is covered with something, I could at least honestly say that I came by it naturally from my quarter-Italian heritage.
Shortly after returning from this trip, I'd written in my personal travel logs - "And even though I was beginning to enjoy Rome more and more as each day went by, I left feeling and knowing that I'd seen and heard enough...glad that I'd had the chance to discover and explore one of Europe's grandest cities, but also having no desire to return any time soon if even at all. I'd finally done Rome. What more could one want?"
So will I ever return to Rome? Maybe in another 10 years or so to let another decade of history piggy-back onto the rest. Then again, my bottom-line realization of this trip was "nothing lasts forever." In the meantime, I've my photos, travel log, memories, and now this journal to keep me company.
And last but certainly not as an after thought - those of you still reading might have questioned how I could write an extensive travel journal about Rome and have no mention or photos what so ever of the "other" major sights? You know the ones I'm referring to...mentioned repeatedly in every other current journal in this Rome category. Well, I passed these places often, but really couldn't see them from the astonishing amount of people in/on/all around them! When in Rome...I did like the Romans and steered far and clear just as we do in New York and, undoubtedly as some Italians saw and did of me. Yet, I emerged a winner from my efforts and await for the arena to be set for whatever my next destination is to conquer. A Modern-Day Gladiator...traveling until the finish.