it inside the Museo del Corso…sounds like an improv jazz concert in the other room…Mark and I are sipping chianti….
Mark: “All roads lead to Rome…but not all flights…we had to take Ryanair to get here and Easyjet to leave…”
You don’t want to take too much luggage on Ryanair…they smacked us with a $200+ charge for our extra bags. Bastards.
Rome is beautiful…the Hotel Princes…a tiny place with thin walls…stupid American chicks couldn’t get use to the time change and kept us up….i complained to the frontdesk… they took care of business…
We went to the Vatican City…did mass inside St. Peter’s Basillica…It was wonderful. It was crowded with folks who ended up getting bored by the mass in Italian. I was happy to sing along with the Alleuia version I knew from my other parishes. It was also lovely to hear folks following along with the Latin chants. Taking communion at St. Peter’s was a deeply spiritual experience…
Did lunch next to the Vatican City…we have pix stepping one foot in Rome and the other in Vatican City.
We also took the Metro to Colosseo. Once you step out of the station…the Colosseum is waiting for you. This was so damn beautiful…and I was blown away by the dirty…damaged building. We had a copy of Lonely Planet’s guide to Italy and I played tour guide. We also walked through the Roman Forum and Trajan’s Forum. I studied these plays as an undergrad at Berkeley. It got me all choked up inside…
After the Roman Forum…we stepped inside a church. there was a sign for no photography. It smelled like lilys inside. I blessed myself at the fountain. Then I saw a bride and groom kneeling in front of priest. We just stepping into a wedding. Then Mark and I stepped outside and kissed, on the steps of a church…in Rome