I arrived at Leonardo Da Vinci international airport; it had been a long and exhausting flight, but regardless of my apprehension to flight I was brave, if only for the occasional jumps during turbulence.

It was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, a bit of humidity but still very comfortable, the buzz of the people was very exciting, I could smell the welcoming scent of car exhaust and Italian food in the air, It brought me back to my childhood experiences,  and no matter how tired I was, I could not help but to stare outside like a child going to the carnival  for the first time.

I finally arrived at  the hotel; it was a boutique hotel with small but comfortable rooms. The room was located in the 4^th floor with windows overlooking the “Parco ninfeo di Nerone” it was rustically decorated like at small country home and equally comfortable, since I was exhausted i decide to take a nap the trip and the taxi ride had drained me.

Waking up up an hour before dusk, I decided to have a quick look before the light of day had finally diminish. I raced downstairs not waiting for the old elevator to arrive, determined to see the coliseum with the final rays of sunlight of the day.

I crossed  the street towards the Park, it was a beautiful park full of cypress trees, it looked like the paintings of the old masters and we felt transported in time. As I walked towards the hill, I observed boys playing soccer, girls cheering and running, and lovers kissing as the evening draws near. Finally reaching the top, I leaned against an ancient wall and marveled the view of the Coliseum, one of the 8 wonders of the ancient world.