If you’re getting ready for Memorial Day festivities, this Easy Cheesy Artichoke Dip in a Baguette needs to be on your table. It’s incredible and so quick to prepare. Along with the recipe, I thought I’d share some stories from my recent trip to Rome, Florence, and Paris, beginning with this account of the Roman metro.
The Colosseum, the Eiffel Tower, and the Sistine Chapel were staggering, yes. But one of the most surprising cultural experiences for me during my two-week travels in Europe was riding on the metro (cue the Berlin song.)
Despite living in a city with limited public transportation options, I’m not a total metro newb. I’ve ridden the metro in San Francisco, Washington D.C., and… well, okay, maybe that’s it. But still, those are big cities! I wouldn’t expect to be too surprised by a subway system at this point. However, I’ve never experienced anything like the metro in Rome.
In Rome, people press together like sardines (or like a panino? Bad Italy joke?) to fit into the train car in the morning. I don’t just mean they’re crowded: I mean they’re PRESSED TOGETHER, body-on-body, tall people hovering over short people, like a subterranean human jigsaw puzzle.
My first hint that the Roman metro was going to be a unique experience came when a train pulled up and the doors opened to reveal a nearly overflowing car. Two girls walked right up and inexplicably merged with this wall of people to get onboard.
I thought these two women were just particularly driven (late for work, maybe?), but when we got on the next train, a sea of people pushed in behind us. Like, full-body pushing against full body. I had a few moments where I wondered if anyone had ever fallen and been trampled on the Roman subway (something to Google? Maybe I better not) before I was shoved into the back of a nicely suited Italian businessman. Later, when the train had emptied a bit and I had peeled myself away, he would avoid eye contact as I shot him apologetic glances. I guess this was an everyday occurrence for him? He was handsome, at least.
Even after I was able to unglue myself a few stops in, I spent the rest of the ride clinging to a pole, virtually in the armpit of a tattooed gentleman that was thankfully also handsome and well-groomed. I’d like to extend a very hearty thank you to him for using deodorant that day, and for choosing interesting skin art for me to enjoy during my ride. Also, thank you to Rome as a whole for providing me with such an entertaining experience.
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