That phrase got waaay overused this weekend. Many euros and many calories later, I’m back in Barcelona after spending three days in Roma.

The city itself is incredible. I’ve been studying Roman culture in school since I was 7, and it was crazy to finally see all the monuments I’ve read about in books. We kind of screwed up because we went to the Vatican on its birthday, so the museum and Sistine Chapel were closed, and we didn’t make it to the Coliseum until around 4 p.m., right when it closed. But we still saw Vatican City and St. Peter’s Basilica, sat on the Spanish Steps, made a wish at Trevi Fountain, went inside the Pantheon and walked around the Coliseum.

But, my favorite part of Rome was the food, by far. I’m such a picky eater, so having it be socially acceptable to eat pasta at every meal was heaven. In two days, I ate lasagna, gnocchi, pizza (margherita AND four cheese), tortellini and spaghetti al pomodoro. Plus gelato on three separate occasions.

A weekend in Rome was fun, but it made me so thankful that Barcelona is home.