Rome: l'amor che move il sole e laltre stelle
Rome: l'amor che move il sole e laltre stelle
Was it my dream to visit Rome? No. Did I plan my visit in advance? Also, no.
As you can see, we are dealing with a very chaotic traveler who refuses to call themself a tourist.
Exactly on this day, 24.12. a year before I was in Rome, but only in the airport, I was about to take a flight to Malaga. I remember that night so vividly - the airport was empty, no shops open. I also had to wait extra because every bus driver decided to take time off and there was only one bus functioning for all the planes that had arrived. I had an amazing cup of coffee from a coffee machine. I went to a clean, modern, empty restroom with a lot of mirrors in it. I filmed myself in the mirror dancing to the Tchaikovsky's melody playing in the toilet. I though it was so odd to put classical music in the public restrooms but I also strangely liked the idea.
My Rome was not less than 20 km walk every day, a Brazilian roommate we became friends and went to have breakfast with every morning. So many man dressed like bank clerics, I started to suspect there was a city-wide dress code as in "you cannot live in Rome unless you dress every morning in a suite and put chic leather shoes on". I couldn't find a big supermarket to buy cheap local food. It was a test for my socially awkward self, I had to go to markets, small local shops specializing in one thing, for example, cheese, to get something.
The crowds drove me crazy. I imagined living in a city where you are blocked from entering certain parts because there are so many tourist there. I imagined the government announcing that from now on certain parts of the city become touristic, so the locals needs a permit to move around.
I met an Italian guy. I almost fell in love. It was dangerous and it was typical. It should be added to your tourist itinerary in Rome.
I discovered that the surname of my Italian friend translates as "beans". I laughed in the supermarket after realizing that.
I went to the most sacred place - the film studio called Cinecitta. I saw with my own eyes the places where Scorsese and Sorrentino filmed, where Fellini filmed. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was blessed. Probably this is the feeling religious people experience when entering Vatican. I was blessed and I need to start making films.