My Week in Rome – Part II

Our final days were just filled with wandering through Trastevere + the center and eating more Pasta & Pizza.
IMG_1577 9 out of 10 photos, there is always my bestie on it (she walks quicker than I do. I’m more the “shopping walk”-type.)

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 …. aaand we were lucky enough that the weather turned out to be phenomenal! This is the “Monumento a Vittoria Emanuele II” – I think it’s great, but Lena told me that the Italians hate it. So, don’t tell an Italian that you think it looks great. Just don’t.

Trastevere

A street. With buildings.

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Another street. I strengthened the colours.

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This is the “entrance gate” to a housing area. This particular area is the “Cartiere Coppede“, filled with buildings in the style of “art nouveau” or “Jugenstil“. Just a few pictures to show you how beautiful a walk through a quiet neighborhood can be.

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Look at this beautiful architecture. I hated to talk about it in art class but I just LOVE it seeing them in real life.

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Again, I put some more colour in that picture, that you can see the ornaments.

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I waited for what seemed an hour but he didn’t go away. Neither did I. But eventually I gave up.

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After walking until our feet began to burn (again) we made our way towards the “Gianicolo” one of the two big hills of Rome. (Before that we got ourselves cookies and unhealthy ice tea to picknick between the couples…)

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My little digi-cam (yes, you’ve heard right) can’t really capture the feeling. But I tried.

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I should have informed myself but really … this whole trip was to relax not to get myself informed. Unfortunately.

Piazza Navona

Next day – back to Piazza Navona. We are on our way home but want to explore more of Trastevere.

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… and then we found our old enemy: a whole lot of stairs. Some Italians couldn’t understand why we’d be so happy about stairs without any tourists on it (They called us “stupid Americans”… well, Italy isn’t actually known for its kindness).

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I like that one. Of course it’s not me! It’s my Bestie, taking pictures of Rome. On top of that staircase.

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That’s me. …. I was not creative enough to find another pose that suit’s me and doesn’t make me look like I’m retarded. Whatever, I’m happy.
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Walking away from the entrance and towards the platform.

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… and another hill in Rome. Her favourite. “Aventino” (one of the 7 hills in Rome).

I have a bunch of photos (selfies) and reeally akward stuff but she would kill me if I’d put them on the Internet. I’ll upload some other pictures if I figure out how to install a gallery. Until then:

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Act crazy and make sure to visit Rome! 

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My Week in Rome – Part I

Sounds like a movie title. Nevermind, here are some pictures to keep you occupied until I’ve finished my “What You Should Do” – Post for Rome. … and yes, I seem to be really into streets. I couldn’t stop taking pictures of them. Sorry. Enjoy 😀

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sitting on the Spanish Steps while eating delicious Pasta from a place called … something with Pasta? (I’ve forgotten the name). Again. (I’ll ask my bestie! Promise). Lena said, it’s the best Pasta in town (and she had at least six months to test everything out.) I got some tomato sauce on my top but didn’t notice until we came home, about five hours later. Duuh.

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And that’s what a Panorama-Picture-FAIL looks like. She showed me this incredibly beautiful view over Rome. This is one of the entrances to the “Villa Borghese Park”. We made some fun of the statues, posing and giggling while the other people just rolled their eyes in annoyment.

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Don’t jugde. At least I didn’t turn Columbus into a … bad painted woman.

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Told you.

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That is a veeeery big square. I wish, I’d remember the name (Google says “Pincio”). We climbed down there after walking what felt a thousand miles around the Park. I know, that in the curch on the right (barely visible) are some very cool Caravaggio Pictures (If you don’t know who that is, shame on you. He was awesome. And odd. And crazy)

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Look at the nice lady watching me suspicously. Hi, there.

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I think, this might be Wednesday. No, Thursday? There was one rainy day, where we stayed at home and watched “Tangled”.
Nevermind. You can see “Castel Sant Angelo” or the “Engelsburg” (Castle of Angles) as we call it in Germany. On the left is a specific type of human being – the people who want you to buy selfie sticks, umbrellas or sunglasses. This was the first and last time we saw someone selling a dancing micky mouse (this would totally work for me and my bestie if we were drunk at a party and needed some distraction)

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The view was … rustic. But I liked it.

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Yeah. Another church. The biggest of them all (I wish I could’ve sayed HI to the pope. Shame) It’s the Vatican. And many, many people. Bah.

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I suck at Panorama Pictures, I know that. But every other picture is crap. See for yourself:

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I’m not a professional photographer and I hate it, when people are staring at me while I want to take good pictures. That day wasn’t really my day for taking good pictures. The Vatican is huge, impressive and when the sun is shining, it takes your breath away. (SO not my picture)

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When you’re leaving the Vatican in the right direction and wander around, you’ll find this tiny shop called “Castroni”. If I had enough money, I would’ve bought everything. Sweets. Wine. Spices. EVERYTHING.
Unfortunately I don’t. So, you go and enjoy yourself !

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Just a street. And a big house. (near the Vatican, probably) Poor you, there are a lot of these kind of pictures coming.

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Yap. The Colosseum. Many, many people of course, wanting to explore these ancient walls (and it’s totally worth it!). We just stopped by (“stopping by” = walking through Rome and spotting the Colosseum). I was in there before and I think you should really see it. It’s gigantic.
We basically just sat there, resting. This whole week in Rome was basically one big workout.

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One quick look at the “Arch of Constantine” (Konstantinsbogen) and we were on our way to the “IKEA OF FOOD” as Lena called it.

I’ll upload PART II as quick as possible, promise!

Any thoughts, questions or did you spot a very gruesome mistake you want to point out? Let me know! 😉

Travel + Family = Chaos

My family is driving me nuts. Seriously.

I’m leaving tomorrow for Rome. Everything seemed perfectly normal, I packed my things, printed my board card … my aunt and my uncle arrived to say goodbye and that’s where the chaos started.

In my previous German post I’ve written about how happy I am to finally leave (also called “anticipation”). Okay, not exactly in these words but similar. I’ve mentioned too that I have no clue what actually to do when I arrive at the airport because my last flight was about five years ago (more or less)

My aunt asked me if it’s written down how much baggage I can bring with me. Then everyone panicked because on my board card is stated that I can bring hand luggage only up to 8 kg.
 So everyone in my family thought I could ONLY bring hand luggage up to 8 kg with me.

If you have a Croatian Mum and her side of the family is coming with their kids – it’s insane. Because the Family needs to know everything, has to approve of everything and if something might be wrong – everyone should be panicking. That’s the way it works. My Dad’s family is much more rational. They would just check the internet rather than creating one horror scenario after the other.

Unfortunately, I’ve started to believe them, calling hotlines in Frankfurt which do not work on Sundays. I really panicked as well, removed clothes from my bag and weight it until I was down to 8,1 kg.

… After I spamed my best friend with message over message on whatsapp, she said of course it’s okay to take another bag up to 20 kg for your check-in baggage. Google said that too.

You could imagine my reaction. Yeah, right, I wasn’t pleased at all for making me go crazy about two hours.
Now, I’m just ready for bed. Don’t you dare make me go crazy again. 

What I’ve learned? Don’t listen to your family in travel affairs. Ever. Again.

Images via here and here.