When in Rome for a work meeting, one commutes to the office like a Roman. On a random Wednesday in September, I did just that - commuted like a Roman - and was shocked by the similarities and uniqueness of a Roman commute.
First, most Romans live in apartment buildings. So you'll wipe the sleep from your eyes as you navigate winding stairwells down to the street. Then you'll walk to the nearest bus stop, maybe a block or two away from your apartment building.
Roman buses are quite clean and efficient. My favorite are the short buses - electric buses about the size of a car, they navigate the narrow streets of Roman neighbourhoods no full-size bus could manage.
Both these and regular buses work on the honor system. Like in Russia, you can board through any door and should stamp your ticket if you need to. I had a Roma Pass, a great tourist pass that allows for unlimited rides over three days.
I took the bus to the subway station, and disappeared into its labyrinth along with the waves of Roman commuters heading off to their respective day jobs. The subway itself reminded me of the New York and London subway systems - small and claustrophobic compared to WMATA, but required to be so to be retrofitted into such history.
The first railcar I took had a surprising amount of graffiti on the outside. Again I may be spoiled by WMATA, but not even New York has this much tagging anymore. The next rail car was much more modern and European. Sadly, it also had endless televisions tuned to endless commercials - an unneeded visual pollution in the morning.
When I arrived at my station, I exited the subway and looked for a cafÃ©. I needed an espresso in the morning to be really Roman, and to my shock, I found a cafÃ© that was as much a morning pick-me up and a pick up spot.
With cool glass and steel looks, the cafÃ© does double duty - itâ€™s a morning coffee stop and an evening hangout. Unless itâ€™s a random Wednesday morning where I saw at least two separate couples form over cappuccinos, numbers hastily scribbled as cheeks blushed and winks sealed the connection.
Leaving the cafÃ©, I had another shock. One best shown as video not text. So please, press play and witness the sights of a Roman commute.
Now when was the last time you saw a pyramid at your subway stop? You would, daily, if you commuted, Roman style.
Two-thousand years of history later, I am competing with myself as I run the very same course as those chariot drivers. I have not their horses, crowds, or any real glory. Just the clear morning air and the joy of running seven laps around history:
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This water wealth was one of the defining characteristics of Rome, a stunning accomplishment before the advent of indoor plumbing or even urban sewers. And when the Goths broke the aqueducts that brought this water from afar, the city crumbled and fell into a thousand year disuse.
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Amy and I stayed at a hotel just around the corner of the fountain, and no matter the time, day or night, the Trevi Fountain was crowded. And not just a few tourists crowded, but mobbed by people watching the waterspouts. Check out the Trevi Fountain scene yourself:
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For those that may not know, I am Sean's cousin, Wayan. Sean's American cousin. And to the many who have asked me this Friday night before his wedding, yes, Sean has American relatives. In fact, here is a dirty little secret:
Sean is half American. I would suggest his better half. Certainly, like me, his better looking half.
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Dressed in a tux, my hot pregnant wife at my side, I step onto the gangplank of a Lake Como water taxi with a spring in my step. The boatmen, strapping young Italians, politely gesture to a fine wooden seat, where Amy and I retire to enjoy our ride.
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