Thursday, July 2, 2015

Looking Up


After two relatively difficult days of being perpetually lost and struggling to figure out How Things Work in Italy, today was a dream.  The highlights?

A group trip to the Colosseum.  A colleague's fun and fascinating lecture on what a day of ancient Roman entertainment must have been like.  Overhearing a guy in a gladiator costume singing "No Woman, No Cry" to a dude in dreadlocks.


Wandering off on my own, and feeling (for once) more found than lost!

Seeking and finding the market in Testaccio:



Then swinging by one of my favorite spots in Rome, the cool, green, and oddly beautiful Protestant Cemetary:


Where I made a pilgrimage to the grave of John Keats:


He died so young, thinking nobody would remember him--but do we ever.

Even the graves of people I've never heard of break my heart a little.


As did this random bit of street art I stumbled upon as I wandered toward the Metro:


And (almost) best of all: hopping on the tram, and finding my way home without incident!




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