One of the best things about living in Italy is getting lost.
Rome is not a city built on a grid. Streets you think are parallel end up leading you astray, and the network of small alleys and hard-to-find street signs is a recipe for “where the hell are we!? I thought Piazza Trilussa was over there…”
After nearly a year in Rome, I still get lost in certain parts of the city without fail. But sometimes wandering up and down tiny streets is better than arriving at any specific destination.
Getting lost in Rome is one of the little things that reminds me I really am living la dolce vita.