viajes, los voyages, viaggios.

Before I left, a few people wrote me letters. I even received a book from Mark and Ken! (Thanks guys!) I started reading one of the chapters about Rome:

“Rome, three hours south of Florence by train, is as far south as I will go on this trip. And it feels southern. Stepping out of Rome’s Termini Station, a vast bus-filled square greets me with a blast of noise and traffic. The crowds, cars, and sprawling modern-buildings dwarg the tiny crust of an ancient wall. The wall whispers this was the city of Caesar. But the rumble of  a subway underneath and noise of the helicopter overhead say loud and cler that new Rome is modern, big city Italy.”

And that’s exactly how it felt.