My Roman Holiday: History, Flavor, and Ruins
Trevi Fountain
It was like entering a living museum when I visited Rome. I saw history firsthand by walking through it, touching it, and tasting it—it wasn't just something I read about. Every moment in the city felt richly laden with history and custom, from the imposing remains of the Colosseum to the delicious perfection of a pastry at Pasticceria Regoli.
One of the most unforgettable moments was standing in front of the Colosseum. Seeing it in person was surreal—this massive amphitheater, built nearly 2,000 years ago, still looms with power and presence. Learning that it once held over 50,000 spectators, cheering on gladiators and exotic animals, made the whole structure feel alive with echoes of the past. I imagined the roar of the crowd, the clash of armor, and the drama that unfolded on that stage. Even in ruins, it commands awe.
The Colosseum -Rome, Italy
Later, I made my way to the Trevi Fountain—a masterpiece of Baroque art nestled in a small piazza. Despite the crowds, it was magical. The sound of water, the intricate sculptures of Oceanus and sea creatures, and the tradition of tossing a coin all added to the charm. I followed the custom and made a wish, just like everyone else, feeling connected to the millions who had stood there before me.
Rome isn’t only about its landmarks—it’s also a feast for the senses. One of the highlights of my trip was dining at Osteria Le Civette, a cozy, authentic spot with warm service and unforgettable pasta. The flavors were pure, comforting, and distinctly Roman. On another evening, I visited Le Logge, which offered a more refined experience—beautifully plated dishes, a thoughtful wine list, and a perfect blend of tradition and creativity. It felt like dining in a place where modern Rome meets its centuries-old culinary roots.
And then there was Pasticceria Regoli—a bakery that’s been around since 1916. Stepping inside felt like entering a time capsule of sweetness. The maritozzi (sweet cream-filled buns) were out of this world. I could see why locals line up here. Every bite was a reminder that in Rome, even dessert carries a sense of legacy.
Rome taught me that its past is not limited to ruins or museums. It resides in the stones underfoot, the recipes that have been handed down through the ages, the still-flowing fountains, and the streets that veer erratically between the old and the contemporary. I learned to slow down, pay attention, and enjoy every second in Rome.
