I find myself in the eternal city, the one which all roads lead to, the city of Rome. Equally so, I find myself sitting atop a white marble bench scribbling notes into a journal. What makes this particular event interesting is that I have previously scribbled notes on this very bench in 2007, and 2008.
The Roman experience isn’t an exactly new experience for myself. As I look around I see that the city hasn’t changed greatly over these past few years. The workers at my favourite cafe are still the same, though with some grey in their hair now. The Indians still run the food and drink carts, and the North Africans still sell fake designer goods.
These observations force me to question if anything has changed at all amidst these experiences in the former capital of the world. After some thought, I have come to the conclusion that it is I in fact that has changed. Each visit has broadened my worldview and has increased my experience of travel and all the little tricks that come along with it.