My arrival in Rome came in the early morning of June 23', a Monday. It was 1:00am and I found a nice place to sleep until the train from the airport would take me to the city center in Rome. While finding a nice place to cozy on my backpack and clenching my security papers and money, and I let the nice Italian airport seats give me along awaited rest. I woke up at 7:00am and minutes after a polite women asked me for some money for a call to her native Napoli. I gave her some euro and in exchange she taught me my first words in Italian, "gracie mila! Which means thanks a million.Tired and ready to find a place to sleep, I bolted out the doors and down the elevator to meet my welcoming train captain to take me to the termini of Rome. 11 euros and 3- mi
nutes later I arrived at the bustling termini of Rome, with over several thousand people walking around, and ceilings that touched the sky, I finally breathed in the raw, fresh aroma that Rome was offering that day.I walked from the termini through the streets, and people that were taking the same aromas and sounds in as I was, and without haste, I started to get lost in Rome. Asking well dressed Italian police how to get to the Campo De Fiori, my place of residence, as well as friendly nuns, who could of only told me which way the Vatican was from where we were standing. It took me an hour, but I finally reached the Campo de Fiori. A quagmire of fruit vendor from early morning to afternoon, and in the evening it becomes a dance hall for the youth and more adventurous older Italians.
With a total of six guys in our apartment, the amount of trouble that could be cause was ever so increased as the beds filled up. Though eager to learn the Italian ways, I was over joyed with the buildings that we would call home for the next few days.
We spent the next week looking over the ancient ruins of Rome, as well as learning how to live, eat, and get around on the Italian streets. The nightlife is excellent, and life by the river was fun to say the least. Everything from hookay-bars to Texas style line dancing dotted the banks of the Tiber River which stretches north to south through Rome
