Oct 24, 2009 12:24 - By: Julie Sturgeon
I am so embarrassed by my scrapbook pages of Rome.

Spanish Steps, check
We were there for five hours on a cruise ship stop on May 14 (a.k.a our 26th wedding anniversary) and being intrepid travelers, shunned the guided options NCL and Shore Trips dangled in front of our eyes. Why, I have no idea — we’ve actually traveled entire countries via the organized-tour-on-buses gig and had no problems with the concept. I, personally, enjoy the fact I have a luggage slave in these situations.
Maybe we could blame the fact it was our anniversary and we wanted to feel young and free, but it was more likely because we were too cheap to pay the going rates for an official tour. So we mapped out a few major sites we wanted to see — Hard Rock Cafe (hey, I had to collect my bear), Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, the Colosseum — jumped off the bus we rode in on and started sprinting with a map from Rick Steve’s Italy book clutched tightly in our fists.

No doubts, it's the Trevi Fountain
The cab driver dropped us off in front of the Spanish steps, so I know those photos are correctly labeled. We had a short spat in the middle of a sidewalk when my husband thought we should go straight to toss our coins in that famous fountain, and I was all for following the big sign on the corner saying “Trevi Fountain” with an arrow pointing right.
And that’s where my luck ran out.
At lunch, we grabbed a more detailed map and hoofed it toward the Pantheon. My husband went up the steps, I stood on the sidewalk, and we took photos of each other waving. We oohed over the architecture, and then went in quest of that Colosseum. It was just down the street a few more blocks.
Except it wasn’t. We wound up wandering through neighborhoods, looking at all kinds of interesting things we couldn’t identify or find on a map. We found huge grassy expanses that looked over some very impressive ruins, and spent a good portion of our time trying to figure out what they were. I still don’t know. Eventually, we had to take a cab back to our transportation to the ship, disappointed that we’d literally missed such a big chunk of history. It didn’t help to hear tales at dinner from fellow passengers who did visit the Colosseum (for sure).

Any clue where we are?
Well, you eventually bounce back from such mistakes, so I arrived home full of stories about our great week in the Mediterranean, and with a vow to go back and see more of Rome on a much longer time frame. Working on my scrapbook pages always reinforces these plans.

Help id this building!
And then for some odd reason, I decided to double-check the spelling of Pantheon after I glued it down in 3-inch high letters on my paper, and found myself staring at a Wikipedia page that blew my mind. That photo in no way matches mine, unless perhaps we were staring at the backside of the building, although Wikipedia isn’t terribly encouraging of that theory, either.
If you can figure out where in Rome Julie was, I’d be most grateful. Just don’t tell me you are a tour guide there. I can’t stand the irony. I would, however, be grateful for advice on how to fix that screwed up scrapbook page.
Photographs: Julie Sturgeon