Bye endless winter! I'm off to Rome tomorrow to 1) hang out with my friend Meriel, 2) see everything, 3) not wear tights.
I went to Rome with my father when I was sixteen, maybe seventeen, years old. Back then I was a moody teenager who mostly wanted to read Harry Potter (yes! I regret nothing). My dad is a classicist which made him the perfect travel companion. I expect this trip to be slightly different - it sort of feels like a girly spring break, only with churches and ruins instead of bikinis and guns. Just my kind of thing, then.