As I sit in my bed in our hostel in Rome, trying to spark some inspiration to write, I just keep thinking about something I noticed about the city during my jet-lagged, weary state. My eyes kept being drawn to rooftop garden after rooftop garden, patio greenhouse after patio greenhouse. I don’t necessarily have any amazing insight about this, but it’s where my eyes took me time after time.
Honestly now that I’m sitting here writing this, I feel incredibly hazy about today’s experiences. I remember most vividly the food I ate rather than the Pantheon or the seemingly endless beautiful fountains.
I still feel like I’m living in a dream to be completely honest. I’m not sure if it’s the jet-lag or the pure awe, but I feel like it’s all a dream. I can only hope catching up on my sleep helps me get it together. Ideally I don’t go through the rest of this trip in a complete haze!!!
Flying internationally for the first time was incredibly anxiety inducing, but I’m really proud of myself for being able to do it. I’m glad I had friends to help me through it and figure everything out. Without them I would probably be a blubbering mess.
Quite frankly my mental capacity is so very low right now. So I am going to let some of the photos I took today do the talking rather than me trying to remember how to talk.
