So you think you're a player. Been there, done it all, and
almost fell asleep? No one, nowhere has ever been able to
shake your unflappable cool, to wipe that bland smile off
your stunning, self-satisfied face. You smile patronizingly
when others speak of the nadirs and zeniths, of the heights
of ecstasy and the sloughs of despair, to which they have
been carried, and subsequently dropped. You have never mouthed
enthralled cliches or had your heart broken. You have never
been to Rome.
Rome will shake the cynicism from your world-weary soul, and
dump you breathless at the Trevi fountain. You will discover
a heretofore unknown cache of butterflies in your stomach,
as you stare open-mouthed at the best the world has to offer
in art, architecture, and plain, simple style. Knock-kneed
as any cheerleader invited to the big dance by the handsomest
of starting quarterbacks, you will stumble out of the Pantheon,
filled with dreams of pagan gods. You will lose yourself and
find yourself again in the narrow streets of Trastevere. And
you will know what it is to fall in love. So please, relax
and embrace a madness so divine that it is called eternal.
Afterwards, curled on your couch, three pints into an ice-cream
binge, as you gaze at your photo-album, and remember what
you knew, all too briefly, there will be time to repine. For
now, there is only Rome.