After three days in Rome, we rented a car and drove to Perugia, where we stayed in the Castello di Monterone, a castle dating from the 13th century. View from the tower:
We walked the three kilometres to the medieval town centre of Perugia. We wandered for hours, turning down whatever narrow walkway we wanted, in and out of churches, several breaks for coffee. Not a word about the Amanda Knox trial, anywhere.
History was always one of my least favourite school subjects, even in university. I loved the concepts underlying math and science, and the creativity of English and art, but history felt like a tedious memorization of facts. It bored me; I had no patience for it. But it's an entirely different thing when you're presented with the brick and mortar evidence of times past. This trip made me acutely conscious of my place as one lone individual in a very long continuum of historical events. That might sound forbidding, but I find it strangely comforting to recognize I'm a tiny cog in something huge.
Next up: Tuscany