It's always strange to go see foreign lands. Rome, especially is strange; so much history, buried through time, catastrophe and progress. Palatine Hill once hosted a place of grandeur like no other, home to various emperors throughout the ages. The Flavian palace caught my attention immediately. As far as ruins go, it certainly isn't the best preserved; and yet, it has a charm of its own.
As I walked through this gorgeous place, I saw many things. There were vineyards and gardens and bathhouses and balconies. State rooms and fountains and secrets yet to be uncovered. I spent a good three hours roaming about the hill, taking pictures of everything I could find. I can't possibly put them all up on here, but I suppose I can leave you with a few to give you an idea of the enormity of the task I have to describe this place to you, my loyal readers.
Everything about this place was wonderful. I managed to get the worst sunburn of my life doing this, but...oh well. It was nice to even see the sun, to be honest. Perhaps next time I'll pack sunscreen and ibuprofen, though.
Truly yours, Annalas
