View from our balcony where we ate Thanksgiving dinner.
The Vatican on Thanksgiving Day.
The Colosseum.
The site where Caesar was actually murdered was just a block away from the apartment we called home. Our building was a part of the remaining ruins of the Theatre of Pompey, and the actual site of the murder took place above. Today, the ruins have become a refuge for the homeless cats of Rome. I can only imagine how Caesar feels about that.
Best friends at the Trevi Fountain.
Truffle oil gnocchi. Need I say more?
The stunning Duomo.
Four different flavors of chocolate gelato... before dinner.
View from the Piazza Michelangelo.
With an influx of my peers' families visiting over Thanksgiving break, including Kylie's, I decided to continue traveling Europe and spend the holiday in Rome and Florence. My partners in crime were Tori and Kari, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Incidentally, it was the best Thanksgiving away from home I could have ever imagined. We were lucky enough to stay with a colleague of Kari's father, which led us to enjoy a hearty American dinner with around 12 American graduate students, their friends, and significant others. We dubbed ourselves the Thanksgiving refugees, and a random group we were. The meal was mind blowing to say the least, and I think I ate an entire pecan pie. I still feel so blessed that I had the chance to bond with so many welcoming strangers over a true American holiday abroad. It was a honestly an unexpected experience I will always appreciate.
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