This is my first visit to Rome. My wife, Florence, has visited Rome on five occasions prior to this visit, so she is excited for me to experience awe and wonder of The Eternal City. She loves to describe the sights I am about to lay my eyes on for the first time, and she is eager for my reactions. However, her descriptions do little to prepare me for what I am experiencing. There is simply no way to describe Rome to the first-time visitor. It would be like trying to explain Disneyland to an alien. One must see Rome for oneself.
As we start walking from our hotel near the central train station, I begin to notice the numerous locations that sell pizza. My comment – ‘Look, another place that sells pizza!’ becomes tiresome, so I begin noticing shops with baked goods. I had to stop. After stocking up on a few essential goodies, we wander toward the President’s Palace, known officially as the Palazzo del Quirinale, the historic home of thirty popes dating back to the 16th century. It is the sixth largest palace in the world and the largest home to any head of state. From outside we have no idea about the scale of the palace on the inside, and the guards at the gate were not about to let us wander in to see for ourselves.
Descending from Piazza Quirinale on Rome’s highest hill, we see crowds of people ahead. A quick check of the city map confirms they are converging on the Piazza di Trevi and the iconic Trevi Fountain. There is so much happening artistically in the massive fountain that I can hardly take it all in at one time. Also, I now realize how fortunate we are to be visiting Rome in the off season. I think we would have had to wait an hour or more to get the photos that were available to us just by walking among the crowd to the edge of the observation area.
A few blocks beyond the Trevi Fountain is the Piazza di Spagna (the Spanish Plaza) and the Spanish Steps. These 135 steps ascend to the Church of Trinitá dei Monti. This day was the eve of The Epiphany, the day when the three magi appeared in Jerusalem following the birth of Jesus, so there was still in place a Nativity scene on the upper terrace of the steps.
We encountered numerous sights on our initial stroll through the city. The fascinating thing about Rome is one can walk a mere block or two in any direction and suddenly you come upon a park, a plaza, a fountain, a palace, or one of the dozens of architectural wonders which abound, and we have barely scratched the surface. Fortunately, Florence scheduled our stay here for a week. She knew not to cut short our time in this great city. All these legendary places are now coming to life right before my eyes.