The first day of Spring is my mother’s birthday.
I’m no good at birthday gifts
– she must have a pile of pattern socks and teas in metallic boxes by now.
So I bought two train tickets.
We woke up at 4.30am
and with no clues, she followed me to the station when it still was night outside. She found out few minutes before the departure I was taking her to Rome.
Time to leave our bag to the apartment in the centre (Maison Romana)
and we left wandering around its cobbled streets.
We’d only stop when the stomach complained or when our feet were hurting or when the view got too pretty.
And what we realized is that you don’t need the whole world in your pocket
to find yourself happy.
Sometimes, a sunrise and two days of long walks and a plate of pasta and mugs of coffee and the sun warming your bones can turn into the softest birthday gift.
And it’s nice to wet your lips with wine after cheering to yourself, to early mornings on a train, to Rome and to things to come.
As simple as that.
- Maison Romana, apartment
- Pasticceria Regoli, breakfast
- Trastevere, afternoon stroll
- Papa Re, lunch // carciofi alla romana + puntarelle