As I was slicing up yet another perfectly ripe onion to toss in some oil it struck me that Roma is very much like an onion. What you see on the surface is only but a hint of what lies beneath. I read a book once that my dad loaned me written by a priest who loved to cook, but perhaps more than cook he loved the process of cooking. He took an entire chapter to describe an onion.
Sure there are Italians, but there are also people from all corners of the Globe who call this city home. Some having just set foot on Italian soil and others having been here for generations. And each of these people groups add their own special layer to the city.
For example the art and architecture here rival any in the world, they will bring you joy and speak to your very essence at times. But the trash, graffiti, homelessness and needy will bring you to tears.
But all of this is Roma and so, so much more. I have barely tasted it, and today it leaves me hungry for more.