Roma, as the locals refer to it.
What does one say about this city that hasn't already been said?
A city that defines old.
This city overwhelms the mind, taking in buildings still standing from a period in history that left its mark on so much of the world.
What does one say about this city that hasn't already been said?
A city that defines old.
This city overwhelms the mind, taking in buildings still standing from a period in history that left its mark on so much of the world.
As we waited in the line to get our tickets, I began to stretch out my hand to touch the building just as I noticed, from the corner of my eye, someone in our group had just done the very thing I was about to do.
I quickly withdrew my hand for fear of looking the copycat.
As they noticed me noticing, they spoke of how they like to touch these places as it feels almost like holding a piece of history.
Funny.
That's exactly how I feel.
What I wanted to do in that very same moment, having been overcome by what I was beginning to see and what awaited, once inside.
Like somehow I am able to understand or catch a glimpse into the reality of what was.
I remember distinctly two summers ago a friend from NZ touching the outer wall at
Hampton Cout Palace and saying the very same thing.
'It feels like I am holding a piece of history in my hand.'
How many people past and present have been in this very spot looking at this very thing?
3 Nations.
And yet, a universal truth.
We all want to make sense of what we see by feeling it tangibly.
To Touch.
As they noticed me noticing, they spoke of how they like to touch these places as it feels almost like holding a piece of history.
Funny.
That's exactly how I feel.
What I wanted to do in that very same moment, having been overcome by what I was beginning to see and what awaited, once inside.
Like somehow I am able to understand or catch a glimpse into the reality of what was.
I remember distinctly two summers ago a friend from NZ touching the outer wall at
Hampton Cout Palace and saying the very same thing.
'It feels like I am holding a piece of history in my hand.'
How many people past and present have been in this very spot looking at this very thing?
3 Nations.
And yet, a universal truth.
We all want to make sense of what we see by feeling it tangibly.
To Touch.
Got my ticket, all ready to go.
The first thing my eyes beheld upon entry.
Very overwhelming:yet never being able to fully understand
the reality of what went on here.
What it represented and the lives that were tragically
lost for sport, a reminder of who was in power.
Proof I am here!
We got to go up to gain a better view.
The ruins just up the road from the Colosseum, as we walked towards the Altare della Patria
Altare della Patria
What a privilege to wander the streets of Rome with a group of people from different nations.
It added such wonderful flavour to the day when among us there were 3 different languages spoken and not one perfectly understood or spoken among us, but our own.However, much fun was had and good coffee (cappuccino for me!) enjoyed!
Catching the last glimpses as the daylight faded.
(All photos were taken by me from my iPhone)
(All photos were taken by me from my iPhone)
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