We arrived to Termini station after another lengthy session of train travel, and walked to our hostel. We had heard horror stories of budget accommodations here with wires hanging out of the walls, and luckily ours wasn't quite so bad. However, Rome (and Italy in general) is not built for the backpacker crowd. On top of overpriced lodgings, the city tax kills the wallet, which, yes, if you must ask, is looking a little thin these days as the Europe portion of our trip quickly comes to a close.
Slowly but surely we made the rounds to Rome's must-sees: the Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain, various piazzas, the Vatican, the Sistine chapel. There's also the more important list of must-eats: freshly filled cannolis at the Ciuri Ciuri sicilian bakery, pasta at the restaurants out in the suburbs, super thin pizza when we wanted to stay in for dinner, panettone in honor of the holidays. While all of the above were impressive and enjoyable in theory, a mood of mingled frustration, underwhelm, exhaustion, and stir-craziness predominated during my time in Rome, signaling that I am very ready to leave Europe.
Luckily, after leaving hostel #1, traversing the city from literally one end to the other, and having a failed meet up with a couchsurfing host, Liz and I sought refuge at Thousand Sunny hostel. A bit outside the city center, Thousand Sunny was a place to breathe at last, interact with the nice Italian owners who made us pasta, and drink wine with the two Canadian kids who were staying there as well.
I can't say Rome was my favorite place, but if I can't go back at least I went. $
Love,
Alexis
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