Held a quick consultation with Aaron and Erika. I was heading to Tivoli, determined to seek out Villa Adriana – the once home of Hadrian. They were all for coming with me,…
Author: S Kavanagh
DAY 12. Introducing Davide
Aaron and Erika are not the only people I’ve been sharing a room with here in Trastevere. There’s a Venezuelan guy called David, and an Italian called Davide. I was having a good…
DAY 11. Spoils of the Vatican
Showered for the first time in 3 days. The satisfaction was short lived when I realised I’d run out of clean clothes. Lovely. I didn’t have time to be all hung up…
DAY 10. Trusting in Trastevere
I walked narrow alleys where the smells of piss and sewage were overpowered by fresh pasta and a multitude of cheeses. I needed food but I also needed to piss. I…
DAY 9. Buying food, renting happiness
I dared not take a shower. One look at the filth streaming over the bathroom floor solidified my conviction. The more time I spent away from this place the better. I gathered…
DAY 8. The Splendid and the Vile
The sandy, charcoal-grey coloured bread was not what it appeared to be. Far from dry and crunchy, it was warm and soft, fresh and delicious. Harsh and I were back breakfasting at…
DAY 7. Tourist Overload
I breakfasted with Harsh at a nearby café called Mato. Cost me 9 euros but my sandwich really was delicious, full of salami and cheese and topped off with spinach. The server…
DAY 6. Wrath of the mask enforcers on the road to Rome
There was no playing around this morning. I hugged Carlos goodbye and left his flat. I felt sad to be leaving him. It’s going to be years and years before I ever…
DAY 5. Scraping Clean
A lazier start, and yet a more exciting one. Carlos and I played around in bed, not worrying about what time it was, or the fact that my final day in Madrid…
DAY 4. Bliss in Barranca
Carlos was naked and beautiful. He asked me if I would like to take a shower with him. I said yes. But once we were in the bathroom and Carlos stepped into…
