Wednesday 25th November, 1998
Ciao bellas!
The air is thick with the scent of freshly brewed espresso and the sweet melody of operatic voices spilling out of street musicians' instruments. It's a truly enchanting atmosphere here in Rome. This bustling, beautiful city has been whispering promises of exciting discoveries to me since I arrived at Termini Station last Sunday, and I must say, she has been delivering!
Oh, how I love to travel by train! There's a magic to gazing out of the window, seeing the world rushing past, the little towns and villages blurring into abstract paintings. A train journey is a portal to somewhere else, an escape to adventure.
This time, my travels were a little less romantic – I was squeezed onto a train packed with students on their way back to university – but I wouldn't have it any other way. For every travel adventure is a story, and even the chaotic commute holds its own charm.
Rome has stolen my heart. I adore the romantic charm, the cobblestone streets, the ancient buildings that seem to whisper tales of emperors and gladiators. I’ve been indulging in a symphony of sensory delights. The delectable aroma of pasta cooking in local trattorias, the rich, buttery gelato in flavours that defy description, and the dazzling beauty of the art and architecture – it’s all just so captivating.
The highlight of this week? Oh, absolutely, seeing La Traviata at the Teatro dell’Opera di Roma. You’re probably thinking, “Of course you did, Emma!” Well, you're absolutely right, my love of opera is well known. The stage was alight with breathtaking costumes and the performance, well, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the raw talent and emotion of every singer. It's an art form that speaks to the soul, doesn't it? I danced along in my seat, my heart echoing with the bittersweet beauty of Violetta's aria.
This week, I've found myself completely charmed by the Romans’ love for fashion and their effortless elegance. I must admit, I’ve spent quite a bit of time perusing the shops and markets. I've found a beautiful blush-pink silk scarf, a beaded clutch in the most gorgeous shade of terracotta, and a vintage shawl that will add a touch of glamour to my winter outfits.
I love how in Rome, there's a sense that everyone is taking their time to live life, a languid rhythm of savouring the moment. They don't seem to be in a hurry, unlike in Derbyshire.
Of course, no trip to Rome is complete without visiting the Colosseum! I've spent a whole afternoon marvelling at the size of it, the sheer magnitude and the powerful aura of a bygone era. The Colosseum whispered tales of fierce gladiators and the roar of the crowd, their bloodlust mingling with the scent of the wild beasts brought to battle in this epic arena.
Tonight, I'm going to a small ballet theatre, tucked away in a cobblestone lane. I've heard it's known for its unconventional and avant-garde performances, which has got me utterly excited.
This little slice of Rome is making me realise, more than ever, how powerful travel is. It opens our minds to new experiences, allows us to connect with different cultures, and truly makes us understand the beauty of our shared humanity.
Speaking of beauty, how about a little challenge, my lovelies? Why not all try out a little something different this week and embrace your inner ballerina? Put on a pink tutu! Don a fabulous frock, dance around your living rooms!
And if you happen to be in Rome, do come and join me for an aperitivo. I'd love to hear about your favourite spots!
Until next Wednesday,
Emma xoxo www.pink-tutu.com
