We spent less than 24 hours in Rome before flying home. We were exhausted. It was crowded. But it was Rome, so we saw as much as we could in less than a day.
We walked along the river, admired the Colosseum, got lost a few times, heard my dad's song playing by the ruins, and forgot to throw a coin in the Trevi fountain. We ended up at a little restaurant near the Spanish steps, eating gnocchi and feeling nostalgic for this time that was about to end.
How do you gracefully say goodbye to the most beautiful three months of your life?