There are times when your language is simply not up to the task.
And if you speak such a good sounding, difficult, allegedly unborn language as Italian this eventually happens often.
So I’ll write this one in barbaric.
First things first; let’s cover the “Travelling to latin countries for dummies” teorema.
Italy is the land of painters, lovers and TRAVELLERS.
So don’t expect any of us to stay home in ferragosto (August the 15th) just for the fun of being roasted by the UVA.
Summertime means you are all here and we are all there (= mostly abroad).
Also re-modulate your expectations after what Rome has to offer.
This does not mean you have to downgrade your anal expectancy.
Rome is a great choice if you like dancing, eating out, drinking, having pointless seasonal love affairs, being discriminated by priests, police, local administration, being snatched by ROMs on the train to the airport, being abused by GLBT associations, showcasing your bum-gina along a HUGE gay beach.
Most of all if you like hot guys.
Oh… and by the way it’s the most beautiful city in the world should u ever give a damn about it.
What Rome IS NOT.
Rome is not Berlin.
If you are looking for the sleaze go look elsewhere where this “elsewhere” is Berlin (or occasionally London, Hamburg, Cologne, Vienna, Amsterdam or Paris).
Also note that in this regard Rome is still kinkier than any US city I can recall and that Romans tend to be friendly but quite picky.
Rome is not London and no, not everybody speaks English fluently (but most faggots do).
Rome is not Madrid or Barcelona and it can be outrageously heavy on your wallet.
I just paid 4 euros 50 for an iced tea and some mints.
You have been warned.
Let’s start from the beach.
It’s not like the one in Miami; this is 9km long.
It’s the perfect place to relax drinking an aperitivo, to hit on hot muscled guys, to sunbath staring at nightmarish brown waters, to observe dirty tampons graciously cast adrift onto the shore.
In fact, small as it might be, the gay beach on Ocean Drive has a stunning seascape.
Capocotta has an urinal feeling to it that might as well entice some. 
It’s surely fun and if u happen to be in Rome from Easter to September you don’t want to miss it.
… i forgot to mention there’s some action going on in the dunes did I?
You get there in about 3 quarters an hour by train (ask for “treno per Ostia”) from Piramide (in the center) to Ostia.
Get off at the last stop then take a bus along the Litoranea up to resort “Mediterranea”.
Sounds complicated?
Just follow the queens!
For a few months in the summer you have the GayVillage, the most recent edition being the most dreadful ever.
It was a fun place though.
It’s located in Eur (an astonishing architectural masterpiece), in the extreme south of the city.
You can get very close by train (Metro linea B) but you’ll be forced to call a taxi on your way back as the underground closes at 10pm.
Browse their website for updated information: www.gayvillage.it
More tips and reviews in part 2 here.
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ma e’ vero che a capocotta non si puo’piu’ andare dietro le due… hanno meso dei nastri delimitatori tipo zona del crimine e dei ragazzetti in divisa autorizzati a non lasciar messuno oltrepassare ta li limiti?
pare per la salvaguardia della floa e della fauna della macchia mediterranea…
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