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 4th 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.