I just got back from spending an amazing weekend in ROME! This past weekend was reserved for the championship of the Swiss Cup, which my team wasn't playing in, so we had it off from practices and games. We wanted to make use of a communal off weekend, so Crystal and I, along with another American friend playing over here named Lizelle, decided to take an EasyJet flight down to Rome for the weekend!
(Now, as you're reading this, you have to promise not to judge based on the amount of times I talk about going to a gelateria or getting hot chocolate, because all of us acted like kids when it came to those two things this weekend, and I realize it sounds like that's practically all we ate. It's kind of true, but we ate some pizza and some pasta too!)
We got there on Friday afternoon, after a lovely wait in the Geneva airport, filled with airport food and people-watching. After getting into our hotel near the Ciampino Airport, we decided to brave the train system (Lizelle went to school in Long Island, so for her it was no big deal, but for me it would have been terrifying!) to make our way into the city. After surveying the train schedules and metro maps, we decided to get out at the Colloseo stop.. Little did we know that as you surface from the metro, you can literally see the Colliseum while going through the turnstyles to get out!
We were starving, so we got snacks from a vendor truck before touring the Colliseum and Roman Forum after hours. We walked around until about 8 pm, and then decided it was time to sit down, as our feet were already getting sore. We stopped at a cute cafe, where I got my first taste of Italian hot chocolate, which is more like a melted hershey's bar in a cup with whipped cream on top than what we think of when we make hot chocolate. I was in heaven!
After our time at the cafe, we walked around a little more before stopping at a crepe
place for an actual meal before heading back to our hotel. We had run into a couple other Americans on the street, so we all sat together eating crepes and listening to (and sometimes joining in to sing)random songs like Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" and Journey's "Don't Stop Believing," which was hilarious. We ended up back at the hotel around 1 or 2 in the morning, determined to make it out for more tourist things the next day.
After a good start at the hotel's free breakfast (hard pastries and biscuits with tang) on Saturday we took ourselves back to the Colliseum to get a real tour guide to actually show us what we were looking at the day before. Like everyone else around us, we were floored by the history behind the structures we were looking at, because it's pretty crazy to be standing next to, in, around, or on top of things that are 2000+ years old. Our guide took us around the Colliseum and then we headed up towards Palatin Hill to see all the good stuff up there before leaving through the Forum ruins.
We stopped at another small cafe/Gelateria to satiate our cravings for, in the case of Crystal and Lizelle, gelato, or in my case, melted hershey's goodness in a cup, and planned out our late afternoon and evening. We had loved going on the tour with the guide, only because he told all the interesting stories that we never would have thought of, but we had to decide which sites were worth shelling out for a guide and which we could do by ourselves. After some discussion, we decided to hit up the Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, and the Piazza Navona that night, without having to pay a guide.
While we didn't always know the significance of what we were seeing, we had a great time exploring the streets of Rome and seeing the amazing sights. The evening ended after a delicious meal of pizza and calazones in a small restaurant near the Piazza Navona, and we headed back towards the Colliseum to check out the nightlife in the area. We had a great time with some other Americans that we met along the way, and ended up back in Ciampino after a great day of sightseeing and a great night of dancing!
Sunday morning we decided to make our way out towards St. Peters to see the Vatican and try to hang out with the Pope. We walked around in St. Peter's for a while, saw the tombs of the Popes (which I thought was kind of creepy, but maybe that was just me) and tried to go to the Vatican Museum, but we had missed the 4th Sunday of the month closing time of 12:30 pm. We settled for gelato and hot chocolate instead of the Sistine Chapel, and decided that we would try to do it on Monday morning before our flight.
After missing the Vatican museum, we made up for it by walking probably 20 km throughout the rest of the day. From the Vatican we walked down an awesome touristy s
treet called Via Coia di Rienzo, admiring the shops and stopping at vendor booths to look at souvenir merchandise. We made it to the Castel Sant'Angelo, decided that it was pretty enough from the outside not to pay the entry fee, and then walked down the river to the outdoor skating rink Carnivale events that were going on. After Lizelle danced with a guy on stilts and Crystal high-fived a man on a unicycle, we continued our walk down the river until we crossed at Cavour to end up near the Mausoleo di Augusto.
We walked
up what we had nicknamed "Laser Street," (Via del Corso, the one that ends at the beautiful Piazza Venezia) to the Piazza del Popolo, before our pace started slowing and we realized that we were starving/sore/tired/overwhelmed and needed to stop for dinner. We made it to the Spanish Steps (which, unfortunately we were too tired and hungry to really appreciate at the time) and then found ourselves in an amazing little restaurant near the Trevi. We dined on delicious pasta and then had dessert of tiramisu and cheesecake, all while chatting with a stereotypical italian man that was doing his best to hit on us throughout dinner.
With our bellies full, we decided to walk a little more before going back to Ciampino. By night, we saw the Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Antica from the outside only, walked past some funny looking guards at the Quirinale, and probably passed some structures that I studied in Art History before making it back to the Cavour area and the same crepe place from the first night to have (what we thought was) our last gelato.

Monday morning we got our earliest start of the trip in an attempt to squeeze the amazingness of the Vatican Museum into a short morning before our flight. Fortunately we weren't tricked by the tourguides that told us it would take at least 3 hours to get into the Sistine Chapel, and we made it in in 30 minutes! The Chapel was amazing, and while we would have loved to have more time to explore and really appreciate what we were seeing, we had to make our way back to Ciampino before our flight at 3 pm. But don't worry, we made it to one more gelateria for some gelato and hot chocolate before we took off...
Monday morning we got our earliest start of the trip in an attempt to squeeze the amazingness of the Vatican Museum into a short morning before our flight. Fortunately we weren't tricked by the tourguides that told us it would take at least 3 hours to get into the Sistine Chapel, and we made it in in 30 minutes! The Chapel was amazing, and while we would have loved to have more time to explore and really appreciate what we were seeing, we had to make our way back to Ciampino before our flight at 3 pm. But don't worry, we made it to one more gelateria for some gelato and hot chocolate before we took off...
Despite my anxiety that we would miss our flight, Lizelle and Crystal stayed confident that it would all work out, and fortunately we made it with time to spare! We arrived back into Geneva around 5 pm, and made it to Neuchatel by 8 ish after it was all said and done. It was an amazing trip, and I had so much fun!
Tonight I might be headed to Fribourg to celebrate Carnivale with Jac and friends, and this weekend we play Jac's team for the first match of the second round of playoffs. It will be funny for me to be playing against my old teammate, but I'm excited to have another match soon. After spending the weekend in relative warmth, it's a bummer to be back in the chilly freezer of Cheseaux, but coming back really was like coming home, and I was happy to sleep in my own bed again last night.
I hope it's warmer wherever you are, and I'll talk to you all soon!
Love, Anna