It was a chilly, late August afternoon on the steps of the Vatican.
The sun had set by midnight, and as it dipped into the darkness of night, I was on the threshold of the basilica where Pope Francis was being welcomed to the city.
I could hear him calling for everyone to stay inside and to come out.
As we entered the basilicas inner sanctum, I could tell by the sound of the bells ringing in the cathedral that it was time to leave the city for good.
I walked toward the door of the church where I had arrived, thinking that maybe I was in for a pleasant surprise.
After some time I saw an elderly couple walking toward the church.
They waved at me and said they were from Rome.
They were both Italians.
I didn’t know how to react.
I wasn’t sure what to think.
I had never been to Rome.
I was new to the country, and I was excited to see a city that I hadn’t been to before.
Then I saw the couple walking with their children.
They told me they had come from a village in the foothills of the Alps in the north of Italy.
It was about 30 kilometers away from the city of Catania.
“I don’t know about this, but I’ve been to Catania,” I told them.
I asked them if they could bring their dog.
They looked at me with confusion, and then told me that they were not going to bring their dogs to Catan.
I couldn’t believe it.
I knew I was crazy to think that Rome had never hosted me before, and this was my first time in Rome.
My curiosity had been piqued.
So I got out my camera and took pictures of the two Italian couples walking towards the Basilica.
“Is that your dog?” they asked.
I told the two Italians I was taking pictures of their dog, and they said, “We are from Catania.”
They were so happy to see me that I said, in a hushed voice, “Hello, my name is Andrea.”
They both nodded and waved.
They walked off with their dogs and were back in Catan just as I was.
“Oh my God, I didn’st know that!”
I said to myself.
I did not know anything about Rome, so I was really shocked when I arrived.
I soon realized that I had not traveled to Rome before, nor had I even heard of it before.
The city I had visited had no name for itself.
Rome was so new to me.
The first time I went to Italy, I thought that it looked like something out of a fairy tale.
The streets were empty and the houses looked like fairy tales.
The Romans I had met before seemed so ordinary.
The language seemed strange, the architecture very strange, and the cuisine was so different.
I thought I would not like Rome at all.
But in fact, Rome was the perfect city to be in, because it had everything.
I loved Rome.
The people were wonderful, the food was delicious, and it was the closest I could ever get to the culture I loved.
The food, the people, and all the people of Catan were all wonderful.
My first trip to Rome was absolutely magical.
I would never go back.
Rome is the ultimate adventure destination for anyone who loves the outdoors.
Rome, the most beautiful city in the world, was the birthplace of my family, and my parents, my sister, and me all lived in one of its most beautiful homes, the Palazzo Vecchio in the city center.
When I was a child, my parents would take us to the Palazis gardens every summer, to the gardens that had been built for the royal family in the days before the republic, in memory of the patron saint, St. Peter.
My grandparents used to paint our family picture on the wall of the family room in the family home, and we loved it so much.
The Palazes garden is still there, and today, every day, visitors are welcomed into the Palaze (palazzo), a small, elegant building with marble floors and glass windows.
It is filled with beautiful views of the city and the surrounding hills.
The palazis house was located on a hill overlooking the river.
I went into the house and asked the beautiful Italian ladies to take me there.
I wanted to learn about their gardens, and how they were able to have such a magnificent garden, with such an elegant, elegant layout.
I never imagined Rome would be such a great city, with so much to offer, with its history and its people.
I always loved to go to Rome, and after I came back, I went back to Italy for a year and spent my summer there, visiting Rome’s famous churches, churches of saints, and palazas, where I could have lunch with the locals.
I returned to Italy in 2009 to be with my sister and family