Have you ever thought about how simple crossing the street is in Pennsylvania? You just simply wait at a cross walk, the cars yield for  you, and you cross. Here in Rome it is anything but similar to that. You just dart across the street and hope for the best basically. I remember crossing the street with my friend, and there were alternating Oh Gods and Oh shits being said as we ran through the swarm of cars and vespas.
Wandering through a foreign city is an experience that develops your personality. Instead of staying in the vicinity of the popular tourist locations, wander off into the neighborhoods, and submerge yourself into the culture. Observe everything around you, from the way people dress, to the crossing the street tactics. One night we ended up outside the city wall looking for the cat bistro, which we did not get to go to unfortunately. After that we just walked around. We got some gelato where we were the only people not speaking the native language. Inside the city by all the tourist stuff, there are so many foreigners, but we were somewhere where you felt like the outsider, the one that people were looking at out of the corner of their eye. Yet, you get to see a side of Rome that you normally would not see. The rush, the locals going to their favorite gelato shop. You get to realize that people live here, and that they have a daily routine in this city that is there home such that you have back in Pennsylvania. It is something that is definitely beautiful to see.