pantheon
biblical carvings near the vatican
mum bae-ing it up again
fragments of the colosseum
trevi fountain
colosseum
Having only ever been to Breuil-Cervinia in Italy before (a seasonal mountainous skiing destination on the border of Italy and Switzerland) Rome was pretty different to say the least. Arguably a city created in a time more civilised than our own, *cough* Donald *cough*, that was built on a good feeling from the sign of several birds, 7 hills and lots of stone and marble.
While we were there the temperature made a good effort of sticking to around 30˚C, except for the days when it hit 36˚C and we died. Yet aside from all the sweltering and cowering in shadows with coke lights, my mum and I managed to cover a lot of ground, so much so her ankles were swollen to unrecognisable proportions, and we were administering blister plasters like sun cream. The hilarity of the pain we endured aside, we had many fun adventures; looking for the colosseum and getting lost on our return; making gelato and pizza from scratch near Piazza Navona; trekking from one side of Rome to the other to get to the Vatican (we legit walked like 18 km that day); and discovering we were wig people, after we unknowingly sat down for dinner adjacent to a sex shop, drank a bottle of prosecco and laughed at the store attendant wrestling a half naked (and wig-wearing) female mannequin back inside.
While we were there the temperature made a good effort of sticking to around 30˚C, except for the days when it hit 36˚C and we died. Yet aside from all the sweltering and cowering in shadows with coke lights, my mum and I managed to cover a lot of ground, so much so her ankles were swollen to unrecognisable proportions, and we were administering blister plasters like sun cream. The hilarity of the pain we endured aside, we had many fun adventures; looking for the colosseum and getting lost on our return; making gelato and pizza from scratch near Piazza Navona; trekking from one side of Rome to the other to get to the Vatican (we legit walked like 18 km that day); and discovering we were wig people, after we unknowingly sat down for dinner adjacent to a sex shop, drank a bottle of prosecco and laughed at the store attendant wrestling a half naked (and wig-wearing) female mannequin back inside.
I also got to meet up with some of my pals, who were in Rome for the afternoon one day before heading up to Fi's home in the north. Check my INSTA for more cool snaps and some of us together.
These shots are the first part of the collection, all taken using Lewis' 35mm Canon digital SLR camera. Lewis and his pals have gone travelling for 6 months, so in his absence I claimed his camera for my own selfish endeavours (he features in Paris if you're interested). I also took images at night with a disposable camera I got from Boots (single handedly promoting Boots every week on this blog) so I just need to polish that disposable off and we can update this post.
These shots are the first part of the collection, all taken using Lewis' 35mm Canon digital SLR camera. Lewis and his pals have gone travelling for 6 months, so in his absence I claimed his camera for my own selfish endeavours (he features in Paris if you're interested). I also took images at night with a disposable camera I got from Boots (single handedly promoting Boots every week on this blog) so I just need to polish that disposable off and we can update this post.
