Well, it was our last day in Rome and we did the same we had done the last 5 days: catch the bus to the center. I should say at this point that from day one I HATED this idea of not buying tickets on public transports.
When we first got to Rome, Pedro had told me his friends lived closed to the center, so I imagined there was no need of getting transports everyday - and so it wasn't in our budget!
I never liked this thing of not paying for transports because lets face it: I'm a chicken!
So day after day, while our stay in Rome, we had to get a bus to the center, and seriously I just wanted to cry being as scared as I was. All I could think of was "what if I get arrested in Rome? No one will come and get me..."
Pedro's friends would say the same thing everyday "It's ok. We do this all the time! You shouldn't worry! The police never comes to check who has ticket" and still I didn't believe them.
By the time our last day in Rome arrived, I was finally getting used to the idea and actually believed there weren't any people checking the tickets on the buses. "Maybe in Italy they just don't care" (Really Rita??).
Well, since in my life stupid things tend to happen to me pretty often, and I tend to get into awkward and messy situations quite easily, the day I wasn't scared or paying attention was the exact day they decided to make an appearance.
Eventually I forgot about it. It was my last day in the city that had conquered my heart and I was not gonna let that situation ruin the only hours I had left!
Until today, I'm still waiting in terror for a letter from Rome to come in my mailbox. All I know is thatnext time I will listen to my instincts and if it means paying 1€ for each trip on a public transport - even if the guy doesn't appear to check on people's tickets - it's fine with me.