So, I mentioned the scorching heat oversight, but what I've neglected to do thus far is to brag on my success in another, very important, planning department!
After abusing the little black wheels on our "Mr." & "Mrs." suitcases, dragging them along the cobblestone of a quiet old back alley... we ascend one flight of stairs and cross the building to enter our flat. After a short inspection of the basics, (water closet: fine, kitchen: fine, shower: fine though inordinately short, washing machine: present, but located below the kitchen sink...hm!) we head straight for the beautiful, Italian lace covered windows. While we had come up a still and lifeless back road to access our home, we knew that the view of the parallel street (which we can see from our bedroom) would be one worth taking in. We look down excitedly to see the hustle and bustle of local cafes and bars, and we look up to see none other than the Eastward facing side of the Colosseum.
After a quick shower, rather than heading to bed as the sun sets and the souvenir shops call it a day...we venture out to see the sights - starting with our good old neighbor!
DISCLAIMER: You should know before continuing that I dig history. I love facts... (I tell Wilhelm they are "funfacts", though sometimes I'm sure this is an overly generous term for them). If you know me, you know I hate (okay..."strongly dislike". Hate is an ugly word) school. I very strongly dislike school. But. I love to learn. So, you've been warned. If you wouldn't find it, at a very minimum, fascinating to cop a squat about the grounds of Rome, sit back and take in not only the remarkable sights but the rich history of such a place...well then, you may want to sign off now.
If you're still with me...paint yourself here too - we're sitting in the stillness of the hot Roman evening upon a hilltop...imagining that the dilapidated stadium before us is youthful, still thriving and still shining white with imported marble. Imagining 60,000 Roman people flowing in and out of the 80 entrances of the most famous sports arena on Earth. Attempting to envision the unbelievable (and somewhat horrifying) picture of what this beautiful building used to be.
The Colosseum as a sports arena is, well, colossal! Reaching heights of 160 feet and covering 6 acres of land, this stadium is nothing to scoff at even in today's standards. Now, dwell for a moment on the idea that its construction began in 72AD! At 2,000 years it may be feeling its age but this old girl is still standing (well 1/3 of her is, but we'll get back to that later) and I, for one, think she's aged quite gracefully.
During her horrifying hay day, this structure was not only a relevant source of entertainment, but it made major political statements as well. The Colosseum was built upon the grounds of the golden estate of Nero (known to have been tyrannical and cruel - example: ordering his own mother's execution and burning early Christians in his garden for light). By building a site that would (in theory) advantage the people on this exact spot, Vespasian made a grand gesture of compassion and empathy to his citizens. I do find it fascinating that the Colosseum games were always free through the Emperor or "free" as a bribe from crafty (and wealthy) politicians in order to win the peoples' favor.
The idea was that the everyday Roman, who's life revolved around the idea of war and conquest, could see first hand the magnanimous power of the Roman Empire through the games. Sadly, using exotic beasts in hunting games and in man on animal battles, Rome's conquest of foreign lands was showcased. Another way in which the Emperor liked to highlight this power was by adding to the games disoriented chieftains captured from so-called "barbaric lands". When it came to man on man fighting, the highlight of these "games" was the match up of two trained gladiators. The people of Rome were often given the opportunity to play God - when a gladiator finally fell to the ground the remaining fighter would wait for word from the Emperor on whether or not the man should live. The Emperor would turn to the masses for a thumbs up, or thumbs down. This faux sense of power ,enabled through the games, proved beneficial for the powers of Rome for some time as the Colosseum served as a source of entertainment and pacification for over 400 years.
After the slaughter of approximately 500,000 humans and one million foreign animals, the Colosseum was finally deemed no longer "politically correct" under Emperor Constantine's Christian rule. The structure was temporarily used as housing, markets and churches. It was eventually abandoned completely - sometime after, it is reported that a studying botanist found over 600 species of plants and flowers flourishing in the cracks of the dying structure. These exotic seeds are believed to have made it there by way of the captured animals from across the globe. Sadly, it is also believed that the Colosseum games are to blame for the extinction of many amazing creatures during its years of operation, including the North African Elephant.
After being abandoned as an arena for morbid games, the grand building didn't see good luck for many years (and from the perspective of a humanitarian and animal lover...I can't say I was rooting for it).
Tomorrow, I'll tell you all about the life of the Colosseum from her retirement up until a historic change that's happening for her just this weekend! (You're on the edge of your seat, I know!) For now, though, the big beautiful hunk of stone sits quietly before us, peaceful in her rest. As the sun begins to paint her stunning yellows and pinks, this old gal appears astonishingly content to be just who she is, regardless of her past - and in this moment her elegance is more relevant than her cruelty.