Ah, Roma. You are my absolute favorite of all the cities that I visited on this once in a lifetime trip. The energy and pace of the city streets are what lure me in. It was here where I got to live out my childhood dream of transforming into Lizzie McGuire. While there was no Paulo involved, I did get a good view of just how handsome the men here are. We even took a picture with a group of Italian boys to show for it. Of course the true test that Rome had to pass was that of a truly great cappuccino and espresso. Without the proper fuel I just do not operate in the way that I should. And let me tell you… Rome passed. Every single place that we stepped into for a sip almost had me in tears. The espresso was so rich and full of flavor I almost dare to say that I enjoyed it more than the spaghetti. It was in Rome where I found the chic-est and classiest caffe that I have ever layed eyes on. The Angelina. It was in the Angelina where I enjoyed a truly well made cappuccino while I flipped through the pages of Vogue Italia. From the bike that sat out front to the cowhide chairs and leather couches, this place had a aura that you would not believe. Ok, enough about coffee. The street style of Roma has inspired me to better strategize and pick out only the key pieces that I want to add to my wardrobe and forget the cheap, trendy, and poorly made clothing. I will now attempt to stop just “swinging by” Target, H&M, or Forever 21 for a “now” piece, and instead wait and save my money to splurge on a more reliable and durable brand. One thing that Europe has taught me is to focus on my personal style and stop just wearing something that is trendy or a new fad that will last five minutes. As long as you are confident and truly love what you are wearing beauty will ooze from your pores. Another thing I have learned from the chic women of Italy and Germany is effortless, timeless class. I was in a taxi when I looked out the window and saw a woman about the age of 75 wearing an elegant fur coat, leather pants, and classic black pumps. I knew then that style really has no age limit. When it comes to someone truly having style, it does not ever fade out.
I think I left my heart in Europe, which means I must return soon to retrieve it. So, who is coming with me?