Rome was like a huge party that you were invited to by a friend who’s pretty much just an acquaintance. You arrive late because you’ve spent half the night pumping yourself up and by the time you get there everyone’s already drunk and you forgot to bring your own beer so you just sit back and watch the show. You see some really interesting things unfold, maybe a fist fight or some thousand year old roman ruins, but for the most part you’re just tired and sweaty and kinda overwhelmed. The night finally caps itself off with your phone getting stolen by an African man selling fake gold chains, per usual. You end up passing out and wearing your pajamas on the first train out of there the next morning, thanking your friend for the invite but making a mental note to never make that pseudo friendship actually blossom.
Basically, Rome was wild. However, I’m bitter that I’ve got to buy a new phone.