Rome Part II

The last part of my time in Rome mostly consisted of walking from gorgeous place to gorgeous place; taking photos of inscriptions, tourists taking photos of each other, huge baroque churches, and fountains; eating; saying hello to the feral cat colony; and more eating.

I like traveling alone because I can do exactly what I want to do the entire time that I am in a place, see the things I want to see, do the things I want to do, and nothing else. I’m a selfish traveler, I don’t really want to be responsible for making sure another person’s vacation is what they want it to be.

I also hate that conversation that happens when you’re traveling with someone and you spend half an hour going back and forth about what you’re going to do next: “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” “I don’t know, what do YOU want to do?”, and then the next thing you know you’re fighting, for lack of a better idea. If I’m traveling alone and I don’t know what to do next, I can just walk in a direction without a plan and eventually something will happen.

Like this:

or this:

Rome is gussied up for the tourists in a way that Naples is not, but despite this, and despite the fact that pretty much everyone around you is a tourist, it is still one of the most amazing places I’ve been. It’s just unbelievable how much history is just piled on top of history.

The closest to anything work-related that I did was one exhibition that I wandered into by chance on the rare books in the Vatican library, (psst-popes are hoarders!) and these kinds of photos- I took a lot of them:

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