You know it ain’t just spoken Chinese that have words pronouced sounding similar. We are sure as children you would have
recited sang nursery rhymes. Yeah that’s the word. Rhyming and not similar. Because between the two words roam and Rome, any sentence would convey so stark meanings.
Anyway. Enough of semantics and lexicon.
Today we want to invite you to join our reminisce of the days we spent in Rome. Ah yes, the eternal city as some would call it. You might have already read about our small countries’ series – Vatican city is in there you know (here).
Coming close to the end of our 5th decade on this planet, it has been often remarked to us by our friends and family that we don’t look our age. Ok more specifically Suan does not look her age. Perhaps it was the lack of stress. But we have a theory. And it had something to do with the journey we took to Rome all these years ago.
You see, it has something to do with water. Sprouting out from somewhere to be precise. People have long yearned for fountains of youth for as far back as history will tell. Does it really exist? If so, how does it work? Can you collect some of the water and store it? Does it work with just one sip or is there a specific dosage required for its effect to manifest itself? (oops occupation hazard…).
Keen to find out? Why not look out for it in this essay? So begins our Italian reminisces… What was most memorable for you about Rome?