One month I’ve spent in Rome. One month spent walking in the morning, working in the afternoon and evening and going places in the weekend. What I’ve enjoyed most? Not the Colosseum, not the Forum Romanum and not one of the many other beautiful sights Rome has to offer. Almost every other morning I spent walking around in the gardens of Villa Borghese, Rome’s third largest park. The scent of pine trees, the chirping crickets, dozens of fountains, hundreds of statues. Trees that provide much needed shade in the Italian summer. The runners, the guys trying to sell flowers with an unmatched determination and the lovers spending time together on benches. I’ve spent countless hours walking around, knowing exactly the location of hidden restrooms and pumps to fill my bottle with fresh cold water. I sat down on benches, thought, meditated, cried, laughed and was inspired. I figured out what I want to do with my life. Why I am here. Villa Borghese, my ha...