I’ve done it once before and I continued the tradition today, on my last full day in Italy. Going to the Trevi Fountain, I took a coin and facing away from the fountain threw it over my shoulder.

As tradition goes, this should ensure that I will come back to Rome. A necessary precaution to take. I did it when I was 12 years old and visited Italy for the first time, and I will do what I can to make it work again.

No photo record exists, thanks to me deceased camera.

I spent the final day here walking around, getting lost a little, and soaking in the Roman atmosphere. Gelato, cobblestone streets, tourists, pizzerias, churches, ruins, and more gelato. I leave this country contented with where I am, what I’ve done, and in what direction it has pointed me.

Ciao, Italia, ci vediamo fra poco.