Yesterday at 5:00 AM we woke up to go to Rome. Our train left from Arma di Taggia at 6:25 am (but it was 5 minutes late). The full moon was awesome and it made our wait for the train a bit more magical.

The day before we left, I couldn’t play any soccer because we had to pack and then we decided to go to the beach. It was really windy and the waves were huge. On some of them you didn’t even need to paddle to bodysurf. I got 2 gelatos, one of which spilled all over my shirt, but was so good. There is a gelateria that has spinning freezers that go below -10°C🍦😬🍦. The Mediterranean Sea is very different from the Atlantic Ocean and Narragansett Bay where I go to the beach in America.

This is my first time to go to Rome, and I couldn’t wait to see it. My parents booked tickets for the Colosseum and we’re planning to see the Trevi Fountain 🇮🇹⛲️🇮🇹 and the Forum.

The train was really boring (thank goodness I had my iPad and mom played cribbage with me), but I knew that over the next 72 hours I’d be in the biggest amphitheater in the world and eating some of the best gelato in the world. Talk about world famous!

I feel like our trip is a tree, branching out to all these different places. Like roots to the trunk, to the branches, to other branches, to leaves, and stopping at the leaves’ veins. Rome is one of the veins in our travel tree🌿!