The very moment my trip to Rome was booked, I began conducting my list of places I had to visit before I left. I was only staying in the city for five days, meaning I’d have to do at least one sight-seeing trip a day in order to get everywhere before I’d have to leave. This wasn’t ideal towards the end of the trip, as I was on my feet for crazy hours every single day- needless to say, I’m glad I have the rest of the Christmas holiday to rest!
The Fontana di Trevi was high up on my list of places I’d visit in Rome. I’d been admiring the fountain through pictures online for quite some time, and it was hands-down a million times more stunning in person. I’d originally planned to visit the fountain and take pictures of it on my final day as it wasn’t too far from the city centre- however, this may have been a mistake as my last day was a Sunday, which was undoubtedly the worst and busiest day to visit.
It was much harder than I thought it would be to come across the fountain. I’d unknowingly been within the area of the Piazza Di Trevi where it’s located a few times prior, however I’d been searching for a huge stand-out monument in the middle of the street. In Rome, there are a ton of squares along every side street- one of these were where the Trevi Fountain was located. Following street signs only gets you so far, but thanks to a few blogs that I read that morning, I was able to find it once I knew what I was looking for. Also, is it just me who hates using google maps when I’m abroad? I prefer using a good ole map, or asking for directions to practice my very minimal Italian-speaking skills.
Whilst I was able to get many great pictures of the fountain when standing at the back of the crowd, it was near impossible to get pictures down at the front, where of course everyone wanted to be. With the fountain being located in the centre of a closed in square, there were a ton of shadows cast down from the nearby buildings, making every photo I took quite dark.
Luckily there was a vacant spot towards the side of the fountain where I chose to get the pictures of myself taken. In order to avoid getting the people around me in the pictures as well (thanks mum), I chose to sit on the wall which I didn’t know was officially not allowed, but could kind of guess that it wouldn’t be. I’d managed to get several different shots in before the Italian authorities pushed through the crowd towards with me with their whistles blowing, drawing a crazy amount of attention in the packed square. To make matters worse, once I’d gotten down I noticed there was a stain of ice-cream down my black trouser leg (and I hadn’t eaten any ice-cream).
As the saying goes- if you toss one coin into the Trevi Fountain, you’ll one day return to Rome. If you toss two, you’ll ensure a romance with a Roman, and if you toss three, you’ll marry said Roman. I tossed one coin into the fountain for touristy tradition purposes, despite the fact that I already knew I’d be returning to Rome (but also because I wasn’t interested in romance).
Only time will tell if my travels ever take me back to Rome