Rome: Golf Cart City Tour & Pizza Making with Local Guide

4.96

(169 reviews)

What’s the experience like?

“You know, in Rome, we don’t rush—except on a golf cart,” Marco grinned as he handed us our headsets. I liked him instantly. The city felt different from that low seat—wind in my face, the rumble of traffic blending with church bells somewhere behind us. We zipped past the Colosseum (I tried to snap a photo but mostly caught my own hair), then slowed for a glimpse of cats lounging like emperors at Largo Argentina. Marco pointed out the layers of history everywhere—he seemed to know every shortcut and old story.

The Trevi Fountain was busier than I expected, but standing there, coins clinking into water and the smell of roasting chestnuts drifting over from a street vendor, it hit me—I was really in Rome. At Piazza Navona, an old man sold tiny watercolor paintings; I almost bought one but got distracted by someone’s dog wearing a scarf. We stopped at the Pantheon and Marco shared how locals still meet there for coffee after work. Not sure why that detail stuck with me.

After all that zipping around, we ended up in this tucked-away kitchen for the pizza making part. The chef barely spoke English but made us laugh anyway—he mimed “don’t eat all the cheese” while piling toppings on dough. My crust came out lopsided (everyone’s did), but it tasted perfect after so much walking and laughing. There was tiramisu too—light as air—and I picked wine instead of soda because, well, Rome. I still think about that warm kitchen smell mixed with basil and flour dust.