Rome, Italy
You heard it here first—I can’t keep up.
I’ve learned that it’s best for me to walk near the back of the group, as not to get in anybody’s way (Are you ever the most inconvenient person to be around because me, too?) The upside to all this is that we got to see the coliseum today, and anything that pertains to strange, unimaginable history interests me.
Solely, the fact that the Romans used to find entertainment in animals fighting humans is a concept that I have a difficult time processing. More so, I can envision animals fighting animals, or humans fighting humans because those types of enterainment still exist today, both legally and illegally.
Bloodshed aside, I wish I could be as physically fit as a gladiator. Then I could climb all the steps I want, and don’t want. Then the “short walks” our tour guide takes us on would actually feel short (we took the bus & train today, and I cherish those experiences because I got to sit down).
Let’s talk about Nero for a while. I’ve done extensive research on him in the past because he’s yet another unbelievable part of history, with his infamous cruelty and egotism. And when it comes to him, it seems as though every historian has a different understanding of how he was; some believe that he truly did those insane things you learn about in those History channel documentaries, and some claim that he wasn’t all that terrible.
I’d love to travel back in time just to see how he was on a daily basis, if the rumors about him slaughtering his own attendants and playing the harp while Rome burned are real. Alas, here I am, exploring ruins in 2018.
I may not be a gladiator, but I have a vast knowledge of subjects that will never aid me in my life.
