There are certain faces I see regularly. The young, blonde, seemingly-homeless woman that I see every time without fail reminds me of an undercover Lady Gaga. She could be an artist, she could be a hippie, but I'll never know. But I can count on seeing her again.
|Over the years, we always spot our girl. Clockwise from bottom left: June 2009, July 2011, September 2011, February 2012.|
I frequent the same leather handbag shop T-Nobile and I appreciate the owner throwing in a scarf for free with our purchase because he knows we will come back for more. Our favorite bartender, Giovanni of La Botticella, makes the best Strawberry Caprioskas, strong yet sweet. Without fail, I always end up meeting new and interesting people at La Botticella. A group of drunk study abroad students, a flight crew kicking back on their layover, a family on vacation (coincidentally) from my own neighborhood thousands of miles away! Franco, from Camponeschi in Piazza Farnese, always welcomes us with open arms and brings over endless bruschette to go with our fresh fruit bellinis.
|Strawberry Caprioskas at La Botticella|
|Franco at Camponeschi bringing us cocktails|
I can count on Rome to provide familiarity to me. The face of the Pantheon lit up by the sunset during an early evening aperitivo in the Piazza della Rotonda is beautifully eerie and breathtaking. Whether it's the familiar faces, or familiar surroundings that keep me coming back, I know that Rome will always feel like home.
|A sunset aperitivo in front of the Pantheon|