Music, they say, transcends barriers, weaves stories, and etches memories. The 29th of September unfurled an adventure beyond just attending an AR Rahman concert – it was a carnival of laughter, melodies, and unabashed joy 😄
The curtain rose in Herning, where T, my ever-enthusiastic sister, and I embarked on a musical escapade. Kolding awaited, a pit stop where A, my partner-in-crime, jumped aboard, infusing the journey with boundless enthusiasm and an extra dollop of mischief 🤣😘
The day of departure dawned, signaling a bittersweet farewell to Rome’s embrace. En route to the airport, a glance out the window unveiled a breathtaking sight – the Colosseum adorned in the light. Its silhouette seemed to whisper, “Until we meet again, Abi!” 🥹
At Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport, amidst the hum of travelers and luggage checks, a tinge of nostalgia lingered. But before boarding, a final Italian breakfast beckoned. The flavors of Italy! It was a symphony of tastes tinged with melancholy, a farewell feast to Rome’s delectable offerings.
As the plane prepared for takeoff, the heart felt a pang. Rome’s charm, the memories, the promise of a return lingered in the air. The hope to revisit, to relive the city’s enchantment, whispered in my heart.
Amidst the Colosseum’s morning glow and a parting breakfast, the farewell to Rome wasn’t just a goodbye; it was a heartfelt promise to return, to reunite with the eternal city’s beauty once more ♥️
As the curtain drew to a close on Roman adventures, I dedicated my final day in Italy (as for now) to retail therapy. The chosen battleground? Rinascente – a retail wonderland promising everything the heart desires.
The Roman mornings beckoned with the promise of exploring beyond hotel breakfasts. Caffé Trombetta, a quaint spot near Termini, lured me in search of a morning indulgence. Verdict? It was just okay – a valiant attempt at veering from hotel prices but not quite a breakfast ballad.
Ah, Rome! A city where ancient wonders collide with modern-day delights, beckoning me for another round of adventures. But before the Colosseum stole the spotlight, a familiar craving for flavors led to a rendezvous at Saravanaa Bhavan – a temple of South Indian and Tamil culinary wonders. I apologize for my inappropriate behavior here, but the sad culinary experience from Nappoli lingered and had led to an unstoppable craving for spicy food 😅