AnaUnpaused

When I first started this blog, it was all about menopause. Night sweats, mood swings, and randomly crying during commercials—it was hot (literally), it was honest, and it was fun. But lately… I’ve been high. Not that kind of high (or am I) high on life, on possibility, and maybe on whatever was in that mystery gummy one of my family member gave me. And in my slightly euphoric, possibly foggy state, I had a revelation: I want to talk about everything . Family chaos. My love/hate relationship with my camera’s autofocus. What’s for dinner (or why it’s ice cream). What I’m obsessed with—or irrationally annoyed by. If it’s happening in my day, it just might end up here. So this blog is officially evolving. Less “menopause chronicles,” more “me, uncensored and maybe still fanning myself.” Stick around. It’s about to get even more fun. Or weird. Or both.

 After all the drama with our flights—delays, rebookings, and the kind of frustration that makes you question every life decision—we finally made it to Rome . And let me tell you, the second I set foot there, my whole world shifted into a different dimension. The architecture, the towering trees with their elegant canopies, the sheer history embedded in every stone—it was breathtaking. Suddenly, all the flight-related rage evaporated, replaced by pure awe. The Must-See Spots (With a Little History, Because I’m Fancy Like That) We kicked off our adventure with the Colosseum , the grand amphitheater that once hosted gladiator battles, public spectacles, and even mock sea battles. Built between AD 70–80 , it remains one of the most iconic symbols of Imperial Rome. Next up was Palatine Hill , the legendary birthplace of Rome itself. According to myth, this is where Romulus and Remus were raised by a she-wolf, and later, where Rome’s emperors built their lavish palaces. The Trev...