A beautiful location, ancient roman ruins and home to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, once you’ve visited Verona, you’ll be eager to add every other Italian city to your bucket list.
where to stay
One thing I love about travelling is staying in different styles of accommodation, that enhance the beauty of the places I visit. Verona was no different. We booked an Airbnb for our stay and it was the perfect combination of rustic charm and modern industrialism. Located only a five minute walk from the city center, morning lay ins and late night strolls became our daily routine. With so many Airbnb choices in Verona, you won’t find it difficult to secure the perfect place to stay.
what to see
Arena di Verona Reminding me of the Colosseum in Rome, it was big, beautiful and full of history. A roman amphitheater built in the first century, it accommodated around 30,000 people back then and is still in use today. It was an incredible feeling to be in the presence of such architecture.
Casa di Giulietta Or more commonly known as, House of Juliet. The crowds of people that flock to to get a glimpse of Juliet’s balcony on a daily basis is insane. I’ve never seen so many people packed into such a small courtyard. Not wanting to suffocate amongst the tourists, I got a few pictures and then quickly moved on. What I found to be quite unique and slightly bizarre, was the wall leading to Juliet’s balcony. The entire wall was covered in band aids, displaying messages such as Chantelle was here 2017.
Castelvecchio The walls of the bridge were incredible to see up close, and if you’re not afraid of heights, the view from the top is amazing. Walking the streets of Verona, the locals hardly seemed to notice the breathtaking beauty that surrounded them. From the marbled walkways to the apartments covered in wisteria, even the ancient Roman Gate wasn’t acknowledged as many passed under it on their way to work or school. I however, was in awe and took in every little detail I could.
Piazzale Castel San Pietro The best view of the city. An easy walk from the city center, we planned our day so we would arrive around sunset. When we reached the top we immediately knew others had the same idea, with crowds of people situated along the castle’s ledge. Finding ourselves a spot we set up a little picnic and took in the magical views.
the best dinner spot
We dined at a cute little place called Alcova del Frate and every single dish was perfection. Reasonably priced, great atmosphere, friendly and prompt staff, we honestly couldn’t have asked for more.
for solo female travelers
Our journey to Verona started early. Five in the morning early. You’d think by the time we arrived our grumbling stomachs would have taken us to a nice cafe. Well, out of all the places we could have eaten you’ll never guess where we ended up… McDonald’s! To be fair, we were starving and Luca really wanted me to try a breakfast toasty they only do in Europe. My verdict on the toasty and whether or not you should you try it? Absolutely not, it was disgusting! Just a whole lot of plastic cheese. Luca however eats basically everything and quite enjoyed it.
Sitting outside in the courtyard of McDonald’s was actually quite nice. We had a great view of the Porta Bra and I enjoyed watching the locals pass by. Well, that was until Luca headed inside for a quick bathroom break. Within seconds of him leaving I was approached by three guys, one who I could see was eyeing Luca’s camera. My instincts kicked in and I quickly picked up the camera from our table and held onto it. With a map of Verona laid out in front of me, it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t a local. The guy eyeing the camera asks me if I need help and I politely respond that I’m fine. The way the guys are positioned they’re blocking me in and I know I’ll have to forcefully push past them to get out.
With his eyes still locked on the camera, he responds “but you have a map, you need help.” I’m offended that just because I have a map he thinks I automatically need help, but also because he doesn’t actually want to help, he just wants the camera in my hand. I can see him assessing the situation, probably thinking of the easiest way to get the camera, so I follow my instincts again and respond “no, I’m fine, my boyfriend is Italian and he’s just over there,” as I point towards the door. Luckily, at that exact same time Luca was heading towards our table. Hesitating briefly, probably trying to asses if I was telling the truth or not, the guys decided to move on. I hate that I had to mention the word boyfriend and that he was Italian, for them to leave. I wish I could have handled the situation on my own, but I could tell that without the presence of Luca, they wouldn’t have left so easily. It’s a shame to say, but female solo travellers can often be an easy target for theft, etc. So to all women travelling here, just be aware and don’t be so accepting of help.