There are some days in life that feel like they’re stitched together with threads of awe—and my third morning in Rome will begin just like that. I’ll slip out of my hotel before the rush, coffee in hand, the city still stretching awake. There is something tender about Rome at dawn… as if all the centuries hush themselves long enough to let you hear your own heartbeat. My first stop is the Vatican Museums, a place that holds more beauty than the mind can fully process. It’s no