One Coin in The Fountain

I had to return to Rome Fiumcino Airport to fetch my luggage so I gave myself enough time to be to stop in Rome. There would be no time to see the heavy hitters, Vatican City, the Colisseum and the Pantheon so I planned instead on going to the Trevi Fountain. Legend has it that if you throw a coin over your left shoulder with your right hand you will be returning to Rome so that is where I was headed, following a legend. The same legend has it that if you throw two coins you will find a new love...damn, I never read the fine print.
Like the beauty of Tuscany, the feeling is indescribable of being surrounded by so much history. The streets walked down are the same as that of two and half thousand years, for instance, the aqueduct system still supplies water to the Romans. Being in this city makes these sort of facts more interesting than just reading about them in books, I thought while I read the brochure from the train station gift shop, under the "Interesting Facts About Rome" section.

So, I wandered the ancient streets Rome looking for the fountain, doing the slow touristy walk head pivoting from left to right in slow movements, periodically dodging out of the way of a Roman or two, let's just say that I have a new appreciation and compassion for tourists now. I owned my clueless annoying tourist inside of me unfolding my over sized maps, stopping dead in my tracks in the middle of the sidewalk to read said over sized map, "dove-ing" my way through the ancient streets of quaint Italian villages and cities.
Almost every cobbled street gone down ended with a breath taking view. I found the monument to Vittorio Emanuele II to be most impressive, white marble and shining gold statues. I was on a mission however to see the fountain, throw my coin into the fountain then to the airport to get my luggage.
I had been without other clothes for a couple of days now, wearing the outfit that Hillary gave me. Although I appreciated the kindness of my villa mates, gathering toiletries and clothes for me, I wanted to feel the comfort of washing my face with my face soap, I wanted to use my new purple puffy shower sponge-y thing, the trip so far had been so much work that I wanted a few of my creature comforts. Not to mention what if it rained? I would miss the chance to wear my rain boots.
I found the Trevi Fountain and it was magnificent. I maneuvered stealthily through crowds, I noticed that the tourist mobs here were quite bit different than in the U.S., less pushing and moaning...sorry the U.S. I was focused on getting to the fountain, like I said and then I felt someone grab my hand. Oh boy! Was this the new love legend? I didn't even throw a coin yet...oh happy day. His vise grip tightened and he led me hurriedly through the crowd. "Scuzzi..." I muttered oh but wait this man was not Italian as he turned his head to the side I noticed he was Korean, oh why didn't I pay more attention to Korean in school? I looked behind me, oh good, his wife was there, who if I may say didn't look worried in the least bit about getting separated from her husband. Soon she saw my face and called to him something in Korean. Then we all had ourselves a tourist laugh together. Then I threw my coin and told Rome to wait for me.