Ciao, darlings! Emma here, back from the Eternal City, a place that truly deserves its name. This week's #PinkTutuRome blog is overflowing with Italian sunshine, gelato-stained fingers, and, of course, a touch of pink tutu magic.
Wednesday, 28th April, found me hopping off a sleek, silver train and onto the bustling streets of Rome, my heart already humming with excitement. As soon as I stepped out of the station, a chorus of street performers filled the air, violins sawing a melody, trumpets blazing out cheerful tunes, and a chorus of playful, vibrant singers adding a touch of chaos to the afternoon. It was a perfect symphony of sound, a prelude to the enchanting city awaiting me.
Rome's grandeur is unlike anything I've ever encountered. Colosseum standing tall and proud, a testament to a bygone era, its weathered stone whispering tales of gladiatorial battles and roaring crowds. I, however, wasn't going to stand back and let the ancient world steal all the attention. I threw on my prettiest, pinkest tutu – it shimmered in the sunlight – and took centre stage amidst the historical backdrop, feeling as vibrant and full of life as Rome itself.
It wasn't just the ancient wonders that stole my heart, it was the captivating charm of the city's little alleyways, their cobbled paths echoing with the gentle tap, tap, tap of my tutu as I explored. Each corner revealed another hidden treasure, from the charming Roman piazzas bustling with life to tiny, quaint shops tucked away, brimming with treasures.
My Roman adventure kicked off with a visit to the Trevi Fountain. It’s almost impossible not to be enchanted by the magical atmosphere of this place, where wishes whispered into the cascading water echo into the heart of Rome. It's said if you throw a coin in with your back to the fountain, you are sure to return – but I threw mine in with a pirouette and a cheeky wink to fate, because one thing is for certain, Rome will forever hold a special place in my heart.
Of course, no Roman trip would be complete without indulging in the legendary local delicacies. I nibbled my way through countless creamy gelatos, the perfect sweetness contrasting beautifully with the tangy bitterness of the locally-sourced espresso. Every sip was like a love poem for Rome, the rich, smooth flavour dancing on my tongue. And for lunch, I sampled some authentic Roman pizza. This is not your ordinary Domino’s, trust me! The thin, crispy crust, slathered in fresh tomato sauce, and piled high with local ingredients, it was pure, unadulterated happiness on a plate.
One of the most special moments of my trip came as I took a walk around the gardens of the Vatican. I wandered amidst the fragrant orange blossom trees and the whisper-soft fountains, finding my inner peace and reflecting on the day's adventures. The serenity of this green oasis within the bustling city was a welcome contrast, leaving me feeling rejuvenated and inspired.
After spending a morning marveling at Michelangelo’s magnificent artistry in the Sistine Chapel, the evening found me enjoying an authentic Italian performance, an elegant ballet at the Teatro dell’Opera di Roma. The sheer artistry, grace, and fluidity of the ballet dancers sent shivers down my spine. Seeing them effortlessly navigate the stage in their elegant costumes, with movements that were both precise and expressive, made me fall even deeper in love with the art form.
Rome is a place where beauty lives on every corner. From the art-filled galleries, filled with the whispers of centuries past, to the vibrant street markets buzzing with life and energy. Even the simplest everyday items - like the patterned plates in a quaint little cafe - seemed to radiate a special charm, each one infused with the spirit of Italy.
My trip to Rome wouldn't have been complete without embracing its sartorial style. Shopping in Rome is like a treasure hunt, where you discover a new gem around every bend. From stylish vintage stores to the world-famous Via Condotti, brimming with designer boutiques, there was something to tickle every fashion fancy. The one item I couldn't resist, naturally, was a fabulous pink-sequinned tote bag with a vibrant Italian floral print - a piece that was equal parts chic and practical. It even had room for a pair of pink ballet shoes, which are a must-have for every well-travelled ballerina!
And talking of shoes, my Roman escapade also included some glorious dance lessons. The Italian style of ballet has a warmth and sensuality, flowing like the gentle river currents that make up Rome’s heart. Even with the language barrier, my Italian ballet instructor managed to convey her passion for the art, with every movement and encouraging glance.
As I bid farewell to this magical city, I carried the vibrant energy of Rome in my heart. I may have swapped the Roman cobblestones for the familiar streets of Derbyshire, but the memory of that unforgettable week will stay with me for a lifetime. And, trust me, I'll be returning soon for another dose of Italian magic, a pink tutu always packed in my suitcase, ready to take centre stage amongst the ancient grandeur.
Until next time, stay sparkling, my loves!
Ciao!
Emma
xx
