Tonight I had to meet someone in Piazza San Pietro for an interview, and since it was a nice night (and I had missed the bus) I decided to walk from my place on the Gianicolo down to the Vatican. Today has been a long day (in fact, it has been two days), and coming back to the Centro triggers an emotional slideshow without any effort at all. So, sleep deprived and nostalgic, as well as stressed by the 2 hours it took me to get from the airport to the Centro (through no fault of my own), I unpacked a bit and felt somewhat down. This was a shocking feeling, given that I am in one of my favorite cities about to have a great summer. I went to the GS to get mozzarella buffala and prosciutto for dinner, and put a lot into preparing my little speech for my interview, and left around 7. The minute I hit the hill near the Villa Aurelia, all the bad feelings were gone. I couldn't dream a nicer evening: warm but not hot, sun almost setting, so the whole world was blue and gold. In truth, I had to pay more attention to the cars that were dangerously close to me than to the beautiful sky, but if there was one thing I needed to remind me how happy I am to be here, it was the view of the city and the Vatican from the Garibaldi monument on top of the Gianicolo. Rome really is an incomparable city, and looking out at it reminded me how lucky I am. The walk to St Peter's was gorgeous, just the perfect night for it, and there was almost no one in the piazza. Altogether, it makes me a bit sappy, thus the Byron stuck in my head....
Anyway, I am falling asleep as I type, so off to bed...
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