After spring break, I returned back to Rome with a fresh perspective. Before my travels, I had settled into a routine. I would walk the same path to school every day, get coffee at my favorite cafe, a sandwich from my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant, and it seemed I was less inclined to actively seek and wander like I used to.
When I was traveling through Ireland, Spain and France — for only about 4 days per city — I had a passionate urge to see and experience everything that I could in the short amount of time that I had. For a brief moment I seemed to have lost that drive in Rome. I could spend an entire lifetime exploring Rome and still not see it all. And I guess it took a few weeks away to remind me just how amazing this city is.
The other day I decided to wander down some narrow streets, as I had done so many times before. Rather than looking at directions on how to get back to my apartment, I decided to aim in the direction and see where the wind would take me. I climbed up a thin road towards Pamphili park and stumbled upon some interesting art. It was a whole long brick wall that was full of sculptures. It was a collage of sorts, with hand-sculpted busts, pieces of ceramics and engravings. I am not sure of what lies behind the wall, but I appreciate what I had found. I tried to imagine who created each piece and looked for meaning in the combinations.
Rome feels like home now and I love it more and more every day. The streets emanate color and there is art everywhere you look. The important thing is, you just need to remember to look.