We have arrived! After some stunted travels, things seem to have turned around. American airlines apologized for the delay with some additional frequent flyer miles, the Vatican tour allowed us to reschedule our missed day for Saturday, and I am writing this from the balcony while sipping Italian coffee.
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| Our sunglasses are hiding our sleepy state |
The first day we arrived was definitely a bust, but plenty of travel guides say the first day is always going to be not your best day. It's probably best that our grand plans of touring the entire Vatican were delayed. The sleepy haze had us scratching our heads, looking at maps like tourons with a state of confusion, and walking in circles regardless of how much we studied the map or planned logistics. We really didn't get into the apartment until 4 p.m., so we did not feel too bad about only achieving the rescheduling of the Vatican tour, navigating a cheese parlor with no parla inglese, purchasing some groceries and settling our sleeping arrangements all on indecisive travel brains.
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| Imagine dealing with this group of non-native speaking tourons - sorry cheese lady |
Day two was mildly better with the sleepy state, and we had enough energy and cognitive abilities to tour the Vatican on a Saturday morning/afternoon. The travel guides say the worst day to go is Saturday and worst time is in the mornings. Needless to say, our personal spaces were violated. But, regardless of circumstance, it is hard not to be in awe of the works of Michelangelo and the many greats that had a part in the building and creations of art in this amazing place. I was raised Catholic and still learned many things that I probably should have known given the multitude of hours in CCD. No pope mobile, but peered into his windows from afar and walked through the holy door (gates of mercy).
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| Vatican Visiting |
Regardless of faith, St. Peter's Bascilica is a must see for everyone in their life. Trying to put this in to words is not going to do it justice, so the only thing I can do with this on my conscience is to say you must go see it for yourself. Here is just a taste of the art through architecture, sculpting, painting and spirit that we saw yesterday:
We had pizza at a side street restaurant and ended our day with glorious pasta dishes, vino rosso, cappuccino, and tiramisu. Only mistake was taking the chef's recommendation of Rigatoni con la Pajata. I now know what cow intestine tastes like and know it is not something I would have nor will ever order again.
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| Tutti a tavola a mangiare |
A domani! Ciao!
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