Ciao bella! It's Emma here, reporting live from the Eternal City! š©° Rome, you gorgeous, history-soaked beauty, you've already stolen my heart!
This week's Pink Tutu adventures have been truly pinkalicious, and trust me, the word āpinkaliciousā is an understatement. From tutus to trattorias, ancient ruins to opera, Rome has delivered every dream a pink tutu-clad ballerina could wish for.
First things first, my trip to Rome was all thanks to my stunning, āA Night with the Swanā performance last week in Derby! A packed audience, beautiful costuming, a roaring applause ā I was feeling the ballet love like never before. And of course, I rocked a bright pink tutu that had everyone buzzing, the perfect finale to my Derbyshire dance! So a big, pink āthank youā to everyone who came and clapped!
It was straight onto the Eurostar after the final curtain, a speedy and chic way to reach Rome, leaving those familiar Derbyshire hills behind for the enchanting hills of Tuscany, and oh, that train journey! My fellow passengers, even the businessman with his briefcase, were mesmerized by my fluffy, pink ensemble! Travel by train, my darlings, it's not only an eco-friendly way to travel, but it's a fabulous way to start your trip with an air of pink fabulousness!
Rome's welcoming arms unfolded for me upon arrival at Termini station, with an endless expanse of glistening sunshine, the kind of sun that makes even a pink tutu blush.
But enough about the journey! Let's get on to the delights that await us in Rome!
First up, the shopping. I had to grab some Roman souvenirs and new ballet gear. My pink wardrobe needed a Roman makeover! I found a charming little boutique near the Spanish Steps, called āLe Belle Ballerineā. They had a truly incredible selection of tutus! The shop assistant said, āA pink tutu will turn your dreams into reality, just like you are already doing!" and I just loved her Italian energy.
So much pink tulle! And so much to explore! There was vintage pink lace, soft, billowy tulle tutus in the palest blush, even shimmering tutus in pink sequins. I came away with two delightful tutus, one a fiery rose pink, and another in a lovely shade of ballerina pink, both absolutely divine and so Rome chic!
Shopping done, my gaze was firmly fixed on the ancient Colosseum, my childhood dream, which rose majestically against the skyline! I donāt think there was a pinker-tutu-loving ballerina in all of Italy who could resist its magnificent, echoing presence.
There I stood, right next to its time-worn stone walls, spinning with glee in my ballerina pink tutu! You could see the ancient Roman spirits were tickled pink, too! (Okay, maybe not the ancient Romans, but I was certainly doing a good impression of Romeās history!)
Atop the Colosseum, I caught the scent of delicious, wood-fired pizza from a nearby trattoria - my favourite Italian treat! Imagine: pizza, sunshine, pink tutus ā what could be more perfect?
The Coliseum's grandeur was truly mesmerizing, and not to mention its dramatic history - itās a stark reminder of the power of dance! And here I was, centuries later, doing what dancers have done throughout history: expressing myself through movement and, yes, tutus!
Next up, Teatro dellāOpera di Roma where I witnessed the divine dance of The Nutcracker. Imagine my excitement, a ballet-loving pink-tutu enthusiast attending one of the greatest ballet houses in Italy! The performance, I have to admit, almost made me want to join the ensemble, even with my pink tutu! The costumes were incredible - the most gorgeous pink, from a fluffy tutu like mine to the delicate ballet shoes, to a shimmering tulle skirt like I just bought from āLe Belle Ballerineā!
The following morning, I awoke feeling wonderfully inspired! This is what my pink-tutu-wearing adventures are all about: embracing new experiences and finding that perfect blend of history, art, andā¦ pink tulle!
This evening I am taking a stroll through Romeās piazzas wearing a brand-new, pink tulle tutu that I discovered in a vintage boutique tucked away near the Pantheon! It had lace flowers and ribbon accents. It was, as they say in Rome, simply ābellaā! I love how tutus are a universal language of grace and elegance! Wherever I travel, the sight of a pink tutu, swirling beneath a vibrant, blue sky, fills me with a sense of belonging, a sense of pure joy that is truly pinkalicious!
Stay tuned, my darlings, because next week, I'll be exploring the art galleries of Rome! Can you believe I still have so much to see and experience? Romeās pinkness is truly intoxicating, Iām hooked, and I donāt even need a pink fishhook! Ciao, darling!
