Hi from Rome! This is the last city on my journey, and I can’t say I’m completely disappointed about going home. Actually, I’m really excited, because I’ve missed a lot of things at home. That can wait, however, because right now I’m going to tell you about my trip to the Colosseum. Tristan was awesome about making me go to the Colosseum on our first day here, even though it was hot and I was tired. It turns out that it was a good choice, though, because the rest of the days have been hotter and also more crowded because of the weekend. Kiri, Tristan, and I had trained in from Venice the day before, gotten settled into our apartment, and made some pasta for dinner with tomato sauce and zucchini. At the crack of dawn the next day, we headed toward the Colosseum. It’s not exactly hard to miss when you come out of the metro station right next to it.
The structure itself is crazy. It’s so… I don’t know…. there. For one thing, it’s large. I mean, it was build to hold between 50,000 and 80,000 people at a given time. It starts small at the center and builds its way up and out. Almost all of the seats are missing now, but you can get a pretty clear idea from looking at the remaining ones about how it was originally structured. The original base is almost all gone now, but that allows you to see the rooms that were underneath it for storage or whatever. Kiri and Tristan had been to the Colosseum before, so they acted as my tour guides to an extent. Inside the Colosseum are pieces of stone with old drawings on them, sculptures, and miniatures of what it looked like many, many years ago when it was being used for gladiatorial events. Tristan took some pictures of the drawings/scrapings on the original marble, because he says I’m not patient enough to capture them correctly. The people drew on the steps a lot because they had to find ways to entertain themselves between shows because, as far as I understand, the entertainment generally went all day. Enjoy the photos!