the spanish steps.

my second night in rome was definitely one for the books.

after dancing and drinking and talking and smoking countless cigarettes, i ended up going on a walk with a young italian man named ruben.

it was late, but we were not tired. i don't understand how some people can sleep when there is so much beauty and history and romance surrounding them.

ruben looked exactly like my first boyfriend, R. it was almost uncanny. i think thats why i wanted to talk more to him. although we barely understood each other, we had hours of conversation - probably because it was difficult to get even the basic ideas across (like the meaning of the word "awkward" for example).

we walked the entire city it felt like, starting from our small scottish pub to the famous spanish steps. it was about 4 am and there wasn't a soul awake in the city except the occasional straggler. we stood there, at the top of the spanish steps - alone in the middle of the night - over looking the entire city. the view was so unrealistic, so picturesque, so fucking incredible. it was unbelievable - i seriously could not believe that something that amazing was happening to me. it was breath-taking and heart stopping and gorgeous.

after the spanish steps - we walked to the pincio garden park - which is a large park located on a hill top in the center of the city. there ruben and i kissed and watched the sun rise.

it was so magical and for the first time i was speechless in italy - not because i couldn't speak the language but because i couldn't find the words to say what i was feeling. it was unreal.