By the time we left Paris, our trip was coming to an end. It was a mixture of bitter and sweet. It seemed as if we had already had enough adventures for a lifetime, and far too many adventures for one trip alone. And yet, we still had a whole country ahead of us to see. In my wildest dreams I never imagined we’d make it this far.
We boarded our night train, which was minimalistic but sufficient. At 5:30 a.m. we woke up and boarded our next train from Milan to Rome. By 9:30 a.m. we were bedraggled and sleep-deprived, but we finally arrived in Rome! With sore legs and muscles, we decided it would be best to take a city bus tour and finally embrace the tourists we were. We drove around Rome, stopping and going at all the different stops, and making special trips to find the most recommended food throughout Rome.
The weather was perfect, the people were pleasant and the pizza was the most heavenly thing I had ever tasted. The Colosseum was as impressive as people say, as were the rest of the major attractions. As my friend Rachel eloquently put it, “Paris is like stepping into a movie set. But Rome … Rome is like stepping into the past.” Everywhere we went there were marble sculptures, Roman ruins or some other piece of history tucked between the cracks and the corners.
While the attractions were spectacular, I truly fell in love with the old colorful streets teeming with life. We spent our second day in Rome just wandering among the streets, taking a leisurely pace to the train station in the more modern section of Rome. We boarded the train around 3 p.m., onto our last city.
The moment we arrived in Venice, I knew I had found my favorite city of the trip. The salty sea air and the sea-green canals reminded me of summer vacations and Jersey beaches. The buildings by the canal formed a rainbow of colors, and they sparkled in the canals like a stain-glass window.
Since we were in Venice on Easter, we got up early to attend Mass in the Basilica. The procession was like nothing I had seen before and I thoroughly enjoyed it, despite being crushed by my fellow tourists. We spent the rest of the day walking through the entirety of Venice. We found cute parks, old buildings, and (as always) amazing food.
The next day we packed up our bags and began our return trip to Oviedo. Spring break was finally over and I was sad but relieved. I was ready for my Spanish food, my siestas and my normal patterns of life once again. Spring break is something I will not soon forget, and I’m grateful to God for getting us through the whole thing and showing us his beautiful creation along the way.