Stopping over in Rome for a week felt like stepping into a living museum, one where history, art, and everyday life swirl together in the most intoxicating way. I didn't come with a checklist, just a curiosity to wander, taste, and take it all in. And Rome delivered.

The Colosseum was my first stop, towering, weathered, and still humming with echoes of ancient battles. Walking through its arches, I imagined the roar of the crowd, the dust, the drama. From there, I made my way to the Pantheon, a marvel of Roman engineering with its massive dome and oculus that lets the sky pour in. It's hard not to feel small and awestruck inside a building that's stood for nearly two thousand years.

Then came the Trevi Fountain, where I tossed a coin over my shoulder like every hopeful traveler before me. The water sparkled, the crowds buzzed, and the gelato in my hand melted just fast enough to remind me to slow down. I ate pizza, crispy, thin, and unapologetically simple. I drank coffee, strong, short, and always standing at the bar like a local. And yes, I indulged in gelato daily, because when in Rome, dessert is practically a civic duty.

Rome isn't just about the landmarks, it's about the rhythm. The clink of cups, the chatter in piazzas, the way the light hits the cobblestones at dusk. It's a city that invites you to linger, to look up, and to fall a little bit in love with the past & present all at once.

One week wasn't enough, but it was just right. A taste of the Eternal City, and a reminder that sometimes, the best journeys are the ones where you simply stop, wander & let the city tell its story.