My last stop, my last city. After a month over seas, how appropriate it’d be Rome. The city to where all roads lead.

I pulled into Rome mid day, headed up to my hostel and got settled in.

The next day I took a tour, seeing the Parthenon, Colosseum, and getting a general feel and background of the city. I met two Americans who that night, we met up with a  group of other Americans at the Trevi Fountain, who, funny enough, were new grad Engineers 🙂 . It dawned on all of us that we’d all just graduated but all of us separately had finished exams and then promptly taken off to Europe with out celebrating being done proper. We promptly rectified the issue. Had someone told me first year where I’d be, how things would be, once I was finally done university, I would’ve not believed it.

The next morning I went up to the Vatican Museum to see the Sisteen Chapel. By chance I ran into the Americans I was out with the night before and we managed covered the entire museum. I struck out on my own afterwards, heading too St. Peters Basillica. The size of it all was mind blowing, I had seen pictures, studied it in high school, but seeing the height of the arches alone was amazing.

After 2 days shy of a month overseas, I headed home the next morning. Flying from Rome to New York, then to Buffalo and driving back to Toronto. Writing about this now, it feels surreal, I have many friends from all over the world, from Manchester to Australia to India, and sitting back in Toronto, it makes you think the worlds not that small, but its not that big either. All I know for sure though, is this has wet an appetite for traveling, and this won’t be the last I pack a backpack and my passport.