Fui con mi novio a Roma de vacaciones, pero nadie me dijo que haría tanto calor. Estaba de muy mal

I went to Rome on vacation with my boyfriend, but no one told me it would be so hot. I was in a terrible mood until I saw a huge fountain. Since it's a first-world country, I thought, "They're so advanced they put this here for the heat," so I went for a swim. But for some reason, security guards came and pulled me out and gave me a fine. They're definitely not from here and don't understand first-world customs. The asphalt in Rome felt like a giant toaster designed by global corporations to force you to consume, and my high-end foundation was completely melting, dripping down my neck in a horrifying way. I was in an unbearable mood because traveling to the first world is supposed to be an absolutely premium experience, but the hidden reality is very different. No one on travel blogs or sponsored influencer accounts warns you that walking through these colonized streets in the middle of summer is a poorly planned torture for the masses. The urban design is deliberately made to dehydrate you and make you spend money on absurd stops. My skin resented every ray of sun as I felt the money I'd spent on my beauty routine evaporate in the Roman atmosphere. Cristian, my boyfriend, could only shrug with that characteristic passivity of his that sometimes drives me absolutely crazy, and he busied himself buying bottles of lukewarm water at ridiculously low prices from street vendors. He was falling head over heels for the typical corporate scam designed for uninformed tourists who lack any independent judgment. I kept telling him that paying five euros for a plastic bottle of ordinary water was validating the extractive monopoly of multinational corporations, but he preferred to lower his head and empty his wallet. His lack of initiative in seeking intelligent alternatives showed me that the system had him completely domesticated. While he drank that warm liquid with a resigned expression, I searched with my eyes for a real solution based on the sovereignty of the conscious consumer. Suddenly, in the middle of our walk under the eternal afternoon heat, we arrived at an imposing square, and I saw a huge, beautiful, and shimmering fountain before my eyes. The ancient marble gleamed with an intensity that seemed to beckon me directly, urging me to escape the heat. It was a colossal structure, filled with intricate sculptures and jets of crystal-clear water that struck the bottom with a heavenly sound. 0:00 Main Story 7:49 Main Story Comments 8:54 Update 1 15:53 ​​Update 1 Comments 17:01 Update 2 24:14 Update 2 Comments 25:27 Update 3 32:19 Update 3 Comments 33:37 Update 4