A Special Kind of Blue

The thing I loved most about Rome — and I know this will sound silly — was not the Colosseum or St. Peter’s Square, not the pasta or the gelato. In Rome you can just turn a corner and practically bump into a landmark overflowing with history…but that’s not what I loved most about it. And I will always remember the first time I saw the Pope, this smiling man who is quietly but determinedly breathing new life into my faith…but that’s not what I loved most either.

The thing I loved most was the blue sky.

Yes, the sky is blue everywhere, but it always seems bluer in Rome, and I love that even at night, it is a special kind of blue.

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Or maybe it’s just me.

 

A Special Kind of Blue” was created by LSS for travel site Small-Town Girls, Midnight Trains. All rights reserved.



5 thoughts on “A Special Kind of Blue”

  • Rome holds a very special place in my heart. The first time I traveled from the states was on a trip to see cousins in this lovely city. The sky there is one of the brightest things I remember – so glad that someone else had the same feeling!

    • Oh, yay! I’m happy someone else noticed the sky in Rome. 🙂 I always thought perhaps I was just being silly, but the two times I was there, I always noticed the clear blue sky. And yet the air was cool, which I thought made a lovely contrast — where I live, if the sky is clear, you can bet it’s going to be really hot!

      I loved reading about your Munich adventure over in your blog and I’m looking forward to reading more of your posts (especially the ones about London, as I’m hoping to visit in the next year or so). Good luck with your studies, and happy travels! 🙂

  • No it isn’t just you. I often have strong memories of places where I’m left with a predominant colour. I found this in Morocco particularly. In Marrakech it was the reddish colour of the buildings. In the Atlas Mountains it was the lush green of the irrigated valleys, and in Essaouira it was the blue that all the boats are painted with.
    If I just think for a moment I can recall the fuschia of bougainvilla in Majorca draping the white houses and in Tuscany it’s the pastel purple of wisteria climbing up villa walls.
    But blue skies are always part of these memories! 🙂

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