This is not one of the best photos I have ever taken. However, the adventure behind this story is worth telling. But before I get to that, I want to point out something funny I noticed about this photo. It was taken back in the summer of 2010. If you look closely at the crowd (if you click on the photo, you can view the full resolution version), you can see that everyone taking a photo is using a camera, mostly point and shoot cameras which have almost disappeared in the 8 1/2 years since this photo was taken. I would imagine if I took the same photo today, almost everyone would be using their cell phones to capture that magical moment.
The adventure to (and from) Trevi Fountain
In 2010, my wife and I worked for one of the major cruise lines. We signed off the ship we were working on in the morning in Rome, Italy but our flights weren’t until the following morning. So, after dropping off luggage at our airport hotel, we spent the day exploring Rome. After sightseeing all day, we had some dinner, then returned to see a few of the sights at night. The last of these was Trevi Fountain. We took the metro to the stop nearest Trevi Fountain on the line coming from near the Colosseum, thinking it would be easy to find from there but we were wrong. Eventually my wife used her limited Italian language skills to ask someone how to get to Trevi Fountain and we were on our way. But it was late, around 10:30pm and the final train leaving Roma Termini to get back to our hotel by the airport departed before midnight. This was before Google Maps and cell phones with GPS were common, so we had no idea whether we were 10 minutes or an hour away and no clue of how to get there other than retracing our steps to the metro station we had come from.
My wife looked at the fountain for about a minute then started walking back towards the metro station. I spent a couple minutes taking photos then ran after her. Our timing was not good, we just missed the train we needed at the metro station and had to wait 10-15 minutes for the next one, time we didn’t have to spare. We arrived at the Termini metro station which is connected to Roma Termini a little over 5 minutes before our train was supposed to depart and realized how incredibly massive the train station is. As we ran towards the platform our train was leaving from (conveniently as far away from where we were coming from as possible), we heard an announcement in Italian, not knowing what the announcement was but knowing just enough Italian to know it was about our train and assuming the announcement was that the train was about to depart.
Our run turned into a sprint, believing we had seconds, not minutes before the train would pull away. I made it to the train first and jumped on, looking back as she continued to run towards the train, still not confident she would make it before the train started moving. Fortunately, she did, and we had a seat on the mostly empty train and caught our breath. It turned out that the train departed several minutes late. We chatted with one of the few people seated near us as we waited for the train to depart. He was from New York and had come to Italy to visit a woman he had met online. She lived a couple hours from Rome and he had flown from New York to Rome but somehow didn’t see any of the sights in Rome which I found a little strange, but to each their own.