Rome has always held a special place in my heart—not just for its ancient wonders and irresistible charm, but because it’s woven into my own story. I first fell in love with the city the day I got engaged at the Trevi Fountain, surrounded by the sound of rushing water, glowing lights, and the feeling that the whole Eternal City was celebrating with us.
Returning to Rome years later with my 2-year-old daughter added an entirely new layer of magic to the trip. Our favorite things to do blended iconic landmarks with the simple joys of childhood: wandering through grand piazzas where she pointed excitedly at pigeons as if they were rare exotic birds, stopping to smile at warm-hearted nonnas who immediately adored her, and discovering vintage carousels that spun with old-world charm.
We took our time savoring gelato in Trastevere, strolling by the Colosseum, wandering through museums, and finding quiet corners like the gardens of Villa Borghese. Experiencing Rome again—this time through her wide-eyed wonder—made every familiar sight feel new.
Visiting Rome has become a tradition marked by both nostalgia and discovery, a place where big moments and simple joys come together. Each trip reminds me why this city will always be part of my story.
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