It’s said that Italians think more with their hearts than with their heads ? and so did I.
Mellow, sunny Thursday afternoon. I was seated at a table next to my grandma and many devices that create my remote office. Work was almost done, birds were singing and I kind of accepted the fact that I need to hold my horses for a while and try to enjoy a small town vibe.
Like every sense and well-organised girl, who I claim to be, I knew that I need to stay there for at least a month to prepare my backpack and, what’s even more important ? my wallet – for a 5 months journey through both Americas.
Click, click….?hmm, I haven’t been in Italy for such a long time?….click, click…. ?I always loved that place so much…? ?click….?if only I could find a ticket both ways for less than 100? I’d go?….click….
– OMG GRANDMA!
– What happened?
– What are you talking about?
– Wait, 5 minutes, please….
I’M GOING TO ROME IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS!
Why you should go there as well, what to do, when you will, how to set your working space in a public toilet or even lick a pope. Here we go!
What does the term Termini mean?
I landed in Rome-Ciampino about 11 pm, excited more than a cat left alone in a sushi shop. After saying my first Italian sentence in ages ( un biglietto per Roma prego) I tried to pay for a shuttle bus that would get me to the city centre. ATM ? not working, my head ? apparently not working as well ? I typed the pin wrong. Twice. Fortunately few deep breaths helped me to turn this walnut-shaped thing in my head on again. Yay me, a ticket was done. Next mission: wine from the airport restaurant (yes wine runs through my veins like blood) and I was ready to go to TERMINI.
This is the central railway station in Rome. I was told it would be dangerous to go there alone at night, but who would care, after a small bottle of wine?
It’s a spot really worth mentioning. You can find there not only trains and all the shuttle buses from and to both airports but many other useful things as well: working ATMs, casual restaurants, cafes, outlets, pharmacies, well-equipped supermarket, bookstore and entrance to metro line A and B. Just check the level -1. It’s possible that in the middle of the night you won’t meet there anyone but crowds of Afro-Italians, but, just wait till morning.
Shopping window working and free food.
The hostel I was staying in was cheap, clean and in a good location but the only place I could put my laptop was at the table in a tiny, claustrophobic kitchen without the window, well let me say: nope. So I packed all the equipment I needed in a bag and went on a walk in search for an office ? this is one of the best features of being a digital nomad ? you never know where your office will be. First I tried to google Starbucks but it’s obvious they don’t need Starbucks in Italy. After a while, I’ve found a spacious Grand Cafe Bar with slow but stable internet connection. My jaw dropped to the floor when they informed me, that buying a double sandwich with lettuce and smoked salmon plus 2 cafes latte didn’t make me reach the minimum 5 euro threshold that allows you to pay with a credit card. 4,30! for all this food and drinks in a Rome city centre, nuts. The table I’ve chosen to be my desk for that day was located right next to the floor-to-ceiling window, so without leaving my drawings for too long I was able to feed my eyes with Rome’s morning rush full of man in well-tailored suits, Vespas and a hint of espresso. At the end of the working day when I was about to leave, the handsome barista asked me:
Sei Italiana, eh?
No, ma grazie, ci vediamo domani 🙂
Feel unattractive? Go to Rome. Free food and drinks? Go to Rome.
Absolutely yes! There’s only one catch, you need to be a girl.
Ciao bella! This is probably one of the most popular Italian phrases along with ?quattro stagioni? or ?spaghetti carbonara?. You can hear it everywhere, and, let’s face it: Italian men are awesome. They would stop just to tell you you’re beautiful, to wish you a good day, to compliment every aspect of you, they could ? and then simply walk away. No intrusion. No importunity. Nothing.
I walked al the way from Termini to Piazza Venezia, Fontana di Trevi, Campo dei Fiori surrounded by warm smiles, nice words and… swarms of tourists. Unfortunately, it’s inevitable and I guess they won’t disappear into thin air like – ever.
On Piazza Venezia vis a vis the monument Altare della Patria I sat in Caffe Petrucci. I’ve been there before, a few years ago with my grandma, when I took her to make her finally see the eternal city. She was already 76, but very brave 🙂 Anyways! More sober than thirsty I decided to order Aperol spritz, a combination of Aperol liqueur and prosecco with ice and a slice of orange. De-li-cious.
Scusi! Non ho ordinato questa cosa! – I said just to be told, that it’s for free. Hel yeah.
What’s good? More food! Yes or nope ? would you lick a pope?
Eat, drink, love. That what Italy is for!