In the 2006 film, Casino Royale, James Bond daringly escaped a crashing hotel while trying to rescue his lady of interest in the City of Water. He sprinted on warm colored roofs, vaulting from one building to the next — allowing the audience to soak in the distinct and unique architecture of Venice. Even without the beautiful men jumping from rooftop to rooftop while I was there, Venice is still a dream. The copper and rust colored buildings are perfectly preserved from their original date of construction. It was impossible to not visualize the Ancient Venetians, — gregarious women in floor lengthened gowns, illuminated by the yellow light of the street lamps, urbane men in long dark coats, heard only by the click of their shoes as they walked down the stone streets — spending their evenings hosting dinners and having live parties. For the average ponderer, Venice is the City of Inspiration.
In temperatures reaching easily over 85°F (29°C), it’d be easy for one to hide in the air-conditioned hotel room and eat chocolate. The temperature causes the body to sweat as if one had ran a 5K with a sweatshirt on.
Yet, the beauty of the city lies between the narrow, vendor lined streets. For one day, I was immersed into the culture and tourist lifestyle of Roma, Italy. I loved exploring the stone monuments.
Etched into the curves and edges of each sculptures are stories and tales of Italian history. There are sculptures of Angels looking over the city — their wings powerfully spread open, their countenance serious. If colored and repaired from weather damaged, each statue could be confused for a live human. Their expressions bear resemblance to the male runway models, serious lips, eyes rich with expression. Their muscles are carefully chiseled — aimed to engender fantasy and imagination, yet proportioned enough to be existing.
Yes, sculptures are beautiful. And yes, the cathedrals are rich with history. But, the most exciting part of any exploration is not sights of the old artifacts. The most exciting part of any vacation is walking the streets, exploring the culture. The native women walk with beautiful brown hair and golden skin, their heads held high with the knowledge that they are a beautiful girl in a beautiful city. The men have alluring smiles, enough to melt a woman’s heart. The illuminating, bright colors of the buildings are one distinction of Italy, letting me know that even though the sun may be going down — the streets will always be bright with color. In my short one day in Roma, I’ve learned so much and am still greedy for so much more. It’s a city filled with history, yes. But also one filled with possibilities.