Day 3. A Taste of Roman Life - A Week in Ancient Rome

The Roman sun greeted me with a warmth that was more than just its rays. Intent on immersing myself further into the daily life of an average Roman citizen, I found my path leading to the bustling marketplace. With every step, the crescendo of chatter, laughter, and negotiations grew louder.

The marketplace was an assault on the senses in the most delightful way. Stalls lined up, bursting with fresh produce, shimmering fabrics, and a myriad of trinkets. The most tantalizing, however, were the food stalls. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, intertwining with the smoky aroma of roasted meats. Nearby, vendors proudly showcased their olives, some green and others a deep shade of black, glistening with oil.

Feeling adventurous, I decided to stop by a local popina. These taverns, popular among the common folk, promised a true Roman culinary experience. Seated on a wooden stool, I scanned the menu, my eyes stopping at a dish served with garum. Intrigued and a little apprehensive, I decided to give it a go. Garum, a pungent fish sauce, was a beloved condiment in ancient Rome, often compared to today's soy sauce or anchovy paste.

As the dish arrived, the strong aroma of garum made me second guess my choice. However, a single bite transformed all doubt into appreciation. The fish sauce, while intense on its own, added a depth of flavor to the dish that was unexpectedly delightful.

To wash down the meal, I opted for sweet wine. The Romans, it appeared, had mastered the art of winemaking. The wine, luscious and rich, left a pleasant aftertaste, hinting at notes of fruits and honey.

One of the most striking aspects of Roman dining was the way they ate. Rather than the upright posture I was accustomed to, Romans preferred to recline. Adapting to their custom, I too found a spot where I could lie down, propped up on my elbow, and leisurely enjoy my meal. The experience was oddly liberating, the act of reclining adding a layer of relaxation to the dining experience.

As I observed those around me, it became evident that Romans truly understood and embodied the philosophy of 'carpe diem'. Meals were not rushed affairs but were relished, each bite enjoyed, each conversation cherished.

As dusk settled, I reflected on the day's experiences. The Roman marketplace and popina had offered a window into the lives, tastes, and joys of the Roman people. The notion of 'carpe diem' was not just inscribed on their walls or etched in their poetry but was lived out with gusto in their everyday moments.

Heading back, the illuminated streets of Rome resonated with laughter and music. The city, it seemed, never truly slept, always seizing the day, and more importantly, the night.