Eagerly contemplating what will happen next, none the less antsy to start my life. Fervently planning what will become of me how will this experience help mold me. I'm ready to relentlessly pursue and achieve the great things my hopes, ambitions, and desires lead me to seek.
Suddenly as the plane comes to it's …show more content…
I'd rather examine how the Borghese Garden's mood and setting effect the human's state of psyche, consciousness and passion. Not only observe those around me, but also to experience it myself. Peering out the window as the cab comes to an gradual holt. Grabing the door "5 minutes please" I tell the driver knowing it won't take long. Remembering that I will soon live a few minutes from the garden, I'll have plenty of time some other day.
Astonished as I walk throught the swiveling doors, gazing at the magnificent hieroglyphics on the wall.
"How may I help you" said the assistant? As I explained to him that I'm here to register for a tour. He showed me to a registry table quickly but not to heinous as I grab one and leave. Where too? Excited while telling the driver the address, that's walking distance he implied. Not shortly after as he drives throught big gates he asked what are you doing in Rome, are you visiting? As he comes to a stop I open the door and say this is