In this post dedicated to accommodation in Rome, I will try to answer the various questions that arise before I go to Rome to know in which neighborhood to sleep in Rome. I will tell you about the best area of Rome for housing presenting the advantages and disadvantages of the main neighborhoods of Rome.
Also, I share at the end of this blog post my good addresses to know where to sleep in Rome. These hotel recommendations are budgeted to fit everyone. These hotels are located in different areas of Rome so you can find the right place to stay in Rome depending on the district you choose and your budget.
. Your flesh is drawn by the earth, which represents Ane’s blood. Your spirit, by the stars and the realm of Dyeus. And you also have the blood of the newcomers, those who call themselves the Pretani.” “No wonder I feel so confused, so torn in different directions,” Sirona said. Itzurra nodded. “It’s the blood of the Pretani that makes you afraid. While the Pretani raise their children not to fear death or pain, they are still uneasy with the realm of the Other Side.” “I have another fear,” Sirona said. “I fear I will end up like my mother. That I will have a horrible death and be trapped in the lonely realm of spirits who are unable to pass over to the Other Side.” “Your mother was nothing like you.
She refused the training we tried to offer her and became caught up in the world of men. She never learned how to use the power she possessed. She was like a child who hurts itself as it unwisely struggles to have its own way.” “You knew my mother?” “Aye.” “What was she like? I have only the tiniest memory of her and...” Sirona grimaced. “... what I’ve seen in my visions.” “She was beautiful, like you. But she didn’t have your wisdom or your spirit. Her spirit was weak, and so, in her confusion, she sought out the power of the Pretani world rather than that of the Old Ones. She used her gifts to meddle in the world of men, of politics and power, and she died because of it. You won’t make the same mistake.
Already you know what true power is. It’s not possessing great herds of sheep and cattle, or, in your mother’s case, jewels and fine garments. It has nothing to do with how many people defer to you or heed your will. Power comes from your connection to the earth and the sky. To all life. To the energy of everything around us. To all we can see and all that we cannot see.” Sirona nodded.
Old Ogimos had said these same things. She felt in her heart that it was true. “I understand,” she said. Itzurra smiled. She reached under her crys, which was made of some sort of animal fur, brown and soft and amazingly thick, and pulled out a narrow strip of leather with a large bluegreen attached. Pulling the necklace over her head, she handed it to Sirona. “Put it on.” “What is it?” “Something passed down through the women of our line. Although this is not the same one, it’s said that Ane possessed an amulet made of this special stone. It’s also said Dyeus gave it to her, and it came from the stars.” Carefully, reverently, Sirona looped the thong over her neck. When she touched the stone, cradling it in her fingers, it felt warm and alive. “Ah,” Itzurra said. “It knows you. Recognizes Ane’s blood. Perhaps it would have done the same with your mother, but she refused it. She favored gold and silver, and shiny stones that caught the light.” Sirona looked up. “I can’t imagine refusing such a gift.” “You would not. And because you know this stone and it knows you, it will protect you and aid you.
As long as you wear it, you will be safe from the dangers of the world of men. You must never take it off. Or, if you do—perhaps to put on a new thong to carry it—you must still hold it close to your heart all the while.” Sirona nodded. “Thank you. It’s a wonderful gift.” She gazed at Itzurra. “How can I repay you for... all of this?” “Merely to see you smile is repayment enough. I have waited many, many years to find someone to whom I might pass on my Goddess stone. Now, I can die content.” Itzurra’s words alarmed Sirona. “Die? What do you mean? I thought you were going to teach me the magic of the Old Ones?” Itzurra lay back on the animal pelts. Her breath seemed to come harsh and shallow. “You already know nearly as much as I do. And the rest, the rest you must learn for yourself.” “By the Goddess, what’s happening?” Sirona knelt beside Itzurra.
“You can’t die now. We’ve barely met! I’ve only begun to learn.” “It’s time.” Itzurra’s voice was barely audible. “One last thing, I ask you.” “What? Anything! I will do whatever you wish! Only... please don’t die...” Sirona’s words ended in a gasp of despair. “Lean closer,” Itzurra whispered. “Aye, like that. Please leave my body here, in this place. Perhaps...” Her voice grew fainter. “Perhaps Dyeus will come for me.” The fire, which had started to flicker, suddenly went out. Sirona was left in pitch black darkness. Even the smokehole in the top of the mound let in not the faintest light. “Oh, no,” Sirona moaned. “How can this be?” She clutched her head in her hands, wondering if it were all a dream. Then she touched the amulet. The feel of the warm stone provided some reassurance, but she still felt empty and despairing. “How could you leave me?” she whispered. She sniffed loudly, feeling the tears course down her cheeks. “But I must be strong. Itzurra said that as long as I wore the amulet, I would be safe.” The words didn’t alter her sense of loss. Sighing, she lay down next to Itzurra.
The old woman’s corpse felt tiny and frail, her bones like a bird’s. Already her flesh was growing cold. Sirona moved her hand so she was touching Itzurra’s garment. She kneaded her fingers in the soft luxuriance of the fur. It seemed warm and alive, as if the essence of the creature it had come from still lingered there. * * * She was woken by sunlight filtering down through the smokehole in the top of the mound. Looking around, she was startled to realize that Itzurra was gone. As she had the night before, Sirona reached for the amulet. It still hung between her breasts. That meant Itzurra had existed, that it wasn’t all a dream. But where was the old woman now? Sirona glanced around and was startled to find a gold necklace lying on the fur next to her. It was made up of disks of gold etched with strange symbols. She puzzled over it, wondering what it meant. Had Dyeus come and taken Itzurra away, leaving the necklace behind? She stroked the gold lovingly. If this was all that was left of Itzurra, then it was fitting it should remain here. But for her, it was time to leave.
The sense that her destiny lay elsewhere was very strong. When she touched the amulet once more, it seemed that it spoke, telling her to go. She thought of taking some of the food and a few jars of the tart beverage, then decided against it. Those things were meant to remain here, for the next traveler in need. After one last glance at the necklace, gleaming brilliantly in a shaft of sunlight filtering down through the opening in the top of the mound, she crawled out of the entrance. Outside, the wolf was waiting for her. “Hello, wolf,” she said, smiling. “Where will you lead me today?” She’d come to this place feeling overwhelmed and hopeless, but now that dark weight was gone, and her mood was expectant, almost joyful. Chapter 11 The wolf continued to lead her through the forest. They reached open pastureland, where there was a herd of cattle, tended by two youths with dark brown hair.
She waved to them and approached. As she neared the youths, she decided they must be brothers. Their features were very similar and they both had freckles covering their faces and exposed skin. “I am Sirona from the Tarisllwyth tribe. Can you give me directions to the dun where your people live?” The youths stared at her. Then one of them said, “The settlement is that way.” He pointed. “Down that ridge and over the hill.” “Thank you.” Sirona looked back for the wolf, but the animal was gone. She made a gesture of farewell. “Thank you, wolf,” she said. Then she started off the direction the boy had indicated.
A short while later, Sirona climbed to the top of the hill and looked down at the settlement below. There was no palisade or other defenses, only several dozen round dwellings made out of hides stretched over timber supports, and some sheds for storage. A few plots of land nearby had been recently harvested, with only brown stubble remaining. She started down into the valley and soon met a group of women and young children coming back from berrying, their baskets overflowing with dark red and purple fruit. The women and children all had reddish or brown hair and were dressed in clothing with a dark green and crimson checked pattern. They stopped when they saw her, regarding her warily. Sirona greeted them. “I am Sirona, a traveler from the sunset lands.” The tallest of the women responded, “I am Ciorstan, of the Cunogwerin branch of the Brigante tribe.”
The woman’s speech had a different cadence than that of the southern tribes, a certain roughness around the edges of the words. “In the name of the Great Mother Goddess, I greet you, Ciorstan,” Sirona said, then hesitated. How did she proceed from here? The tribe name, the Cunogwerin, sounded familiar to her, but she couldn’t remember where she’d heard it. Dare she ask these people for food and shelter, at least for a night or two? After a moment, she said, “Is there a Learned One or Drui among your tribe?” “Aye, we have a healer who has much knowledge of Drui lore.” “Could I speak with them? I also trained in the grove for many years.” Ciorstan nodded. “Come with us.” Sirona followed the Cunogwerin as they made their way back to the settlement. The women talked quietly among themselves while the children shot her curious glances. Sirona felt apprehensive. Why should she expect this tribe, or any other tribe, to take her in? What did she have to offer? She reminded herself that she had been guided to this place by the wolf, who was surely a messenger of the gods. There must be some purpose for her being here. She had to trust that it was so. As soon as they entered the camp, they were immediately greeted by a pack of enormous hounds, long-legged hairy beasts with pelts from gray to black. The racket the dogs made was earsplitting. The pack singled her out and surrounded her, sniffing eagerly.
Sirona couldn’t help laughing. Cunogwerin meant “dogfolk”. It was obviously a fitting name. She patted the head of one animal and was soon besieged by the others, also begging for attention. As she struggled to satisfy them all, she looked up and saw Ciorstan watching her intently. “They clearly approve of you,” the woman said. “Usually I must give some sign indicating that a visitor is accepted before they will stop barking. But they behave as if they know you already.” Sirona wondered what Ciorstan would think if she told the woman that her closest companion for the past sennight had been a wolf. Ciorstan finally shooed the dogs away and led Sirona into the settlement. While the women and children who had accompanied her drifted off, other people stopped to watch Sirona pass. In the center of the encampment they reached a large structure, which Sirona presumed was the chieftain’s hall. A little further on, Ciorstan paused before a dwelling. Leaning near to the hide doorway, she called, “Dysri, there’s someone here who wishes to speak with you.” At the mention of her friend from the sacred isle, a smile spread across Sirona’s face. That’s why she recalled the name of this tribe. The gods had indeed guided her to this place.
Dysri came out of the hut. As soon as she saw Sirona, she embraced her. “Ah, little one, it’s so good to see you,” she exclaimed. “I’ve been worried about you ever since the gathering.” “It’s been an interesting journey here,” Sirona answered. She couldn’t stop smiling. It felt so good to see a familiar face, to realize she was in the company of someone who might understand what she’d been through. “Come in, come in,” Dysri said. “We’ve much to talk about.” “Perhaps I should wash first.” Sirona indicated her soiled appearance. “Aye,” said Dysri, laughing. “You do look a bit worse for wear.” The older woman took Sirona to a cistern near the center of the camp. To Sirona’s surprise, the cistern was made of stone.
Where to sleep in Rome: Criteria to consider!
Before you start booking your accommodation in Rome, it is important that you ask yourself some questions to choose the right place to stay in Rome.Beyond the choice of the hotel, it is important to answer the question in what neighborhood sleep in Rome. In fact, Rome is an extended city. If you opt for a hotel outside the city and even more if you are far from the metro, you can waste a lot of time on public transport.
Here, in my opinion, the main criteria to consider before knowing where to stay in Rome:
Near the metro for more distant visits.
Charm of the neighborhood like the Centro Storicoproximity to key excursions in Rome
Dynamism of the neighborhood: bars, restaurants within walking distance in the afternoon.
Hotel where to sleep in Rome because many hotels are a bit outdated in Italy
To start and answer the different questions that arise about where to stay in Rome, let's start by quickly evoking the different neighborhoods of Rome, as well as their assets.
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