Memories of La Dolce Vita

Bridge over the Tiber River Sep 2006

My story is one shrouded in practicality and responsibility. My husband and I dug in and paid our modest house off in less than 10 years and we're huge advocates of debt-free living. After all that sacrifice, what do we spend our money on? Travel, of course! 

I caught the bug on our first cruise back in 1995 but it was on the flight coming back from my husband's 40th birthday celebration in Hawaii that I had my ah ha moment. Our ten nights in Kauai was the longest amount of time we’d spent anywhere up to that point and the flight was our longest, as well. I looked at my husband and said “Let’s go to Europe next year.” With that I began planning a 14 night trip to Italy.

I never in my wildest dreams imagined myself outside the US. Frankly, I wasn’t sure I’d make it outside the Northwest when I was a teenager. After every trip I couldn’t wait to go again. My Skyway carry-on bag is my absolute dearest possession. You can take anything else in my home but, please, leave my husband, my dogs and my Skyway (and there are many days I’d let you at least borrow my dogs).

At 38 years old I stepped off a plane in Rome. If I had any idea I’d go to Europe in my lifetime, I’m sure it would’ve been in my 60’s or 70’s on a tour group but here we were, all on our own, in Rome, staying at little places I’d blissfully happened upon after several internet sessions.

The chaos slapped me in the face like nothing I would’ve expected. Boarding a train to Termini station was deceptively simple…just like the Rick Steves book said it would be. Once we arrived at Termini, finding the right bus to take us to the Piazza Cavour area was a little more trying, particularly after being awake for 24 hours (fast forward to our Europe trip in 2008; we were up for 45 ½ hours and still good-humored about it). It may sound pathetic but we couldn’t figure out how to exchange money for bus fare. There were people willing to take our money and give us a terrible exchange rate but that doesn’t work for me (Travel note: We’ve since learned to go to the Travelex Currency Service on 6th Ave in Portland and purchase some euros before we leave the States. It’s just nice to have one less thing to concern ourselves with when we arrive).

Forty minutes after boarding, the bus dropped us off at Piazza Cavour and we hunted for our room in an old building in the neighborhood. The minute I saw the elevator in the building that housed our room for the next three nights, I was smitten…with old elevators, people who speak Italian, café lattes at the corner bar, marmellata (marmalade) croissants for breakfast, complimentary Limoncellos after dinner, the whole shebang. There was something just so wonderful to me about the exposed workings of the elevator and the fact that the exterior and interior doors had to be closed before the box would whisk us to the third floor.

Colosseum in Rome - Sep 2006

Our hostess, Suzie, greeted us at the front door of her two bedroom, two bath apartment. She was young and very sweet, renting out a spare room to travelers like us who like to feel they’re really glimpsing a country they’ve come so far to see. At $102/night USD to be so convenient to all that Rome had to show us, it was a good value. First order of business was a 1 ½ hour nap before wandering around the Roman Forum. Hey, it wasn’t even noon yet (to be continued).