…because that would be too easy, and of course I’m way more creative than that (obviously not).
So I have just returned from a short trip to Rome, and the bottom line is that this city rocked my world. Having not been particularly wooed by Italy in the past, I was really surprised to discover the love that soon sparked between Rome and me. At first it felt like casual flirting: she winked at me; I thought she was pretty.
Then we started talking and I realized there was chemistry.
And on my very last day, there was no doubt in my mind: we were in love.
Imagine riding through the streets of Rome on a bright red Vespa, stopping only to take in the amazing sights, a sip of Italian espresso, and some spoonfuls of deliciously creamy Gelato. The smell of flowers and trees in bloom was ever-present, the sun was shining, the city was alive and the charm felt in the streets never dulled for an instant. I couldn’t believe what I was experiencing was real, but it was.
Rome, you have won my heart. I will be back.
The Perpetual Passenger 
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