“Why hasn’t Kaelyn written a blog post in almost a month? Is she alive?” You anxiously ask yourself as you check my blog, yet again, searching for signs that I didn’t run away to be a gypsy like I told everyone I would. Well, internet stranger, to put it bluntly, it’s because I kind of suck.
I swear it’s not because the only thing I’ve been doing is sitting in my pajamas watching neflix and just don’t have anything to write about; I’ve been doing a lot. But my teachers decided to pump up the jamz with homework recently and when I’m not reading propaganda on why America sucks or writing a paper on drug cartels I’m either out or eating, neither of which I can blog during.
LAST WEEKEND I WENT TO ROME!
Wednesday night a group of 8 of us left for Rome. I don’t know if you’ve ever traveled with a group of 8, but it’s….a lot of people. That’s why almost immediately Thursday morning we all split up. Two of us went off to quickly tour the inside of the Colosseum, while the other 6 of us went on the journey of our lives. You think I’m kidding, but what started out as a guided tour of the Colosseum turned into a Davinci Code chase around the city of Rome, exploring catacombs and putting our tongues on very, very valuable pieces of artwork. It all began with Alex, our tour guide. We got paired with this beautiful, beautiful man who happened to be the smartest person alive. He lead us through the ruins and told us stories of the ancient Romans and more about their daily life than I thought was possible to know. Alex also happened to be the best story teller of all time, so when he said that he was leading a secretive Michelangelo tour that night, we signed up on the spot.
Look at how freaking absorbed I am in everything he’s saying.
Anyways, that night he lead us through back alley churches and catacombs containing two of Jesus’s apostles, as well as showed us where the inquisition and Galileo’s discoveries took place. We even saw an original Michelangelo sculpture that’s just hanging out in a church no one knows about.
Bonnie and I just had to lick it.
The tour concluded on the steps of the building where Caesar died. The building is no longer there but the original marble steps Caesar walked up to his death remain and are now the steps of a discount bike repair shop. That’s history right there.
Afterwards Alex lead us to this restaurant simply called ‘Grandma’s’. Upon our arrival a small old woman came out and told us in Italian that now, ‘you are home, Grandma’s going to cook for you’. There wasn’t a menu, she just brought out for you what she wanted to cook which happened to be lentils, different kinds of meats, pastas, and apple cake. We were so stuffed and the waiter kept coming over to us saying that we had ‘very small stomachs’. It really is an Italian thing to guilt people into eating more….
The next day we toured the Vatican, home to the Catholic overlord, as I explained to my roommates. Our tour ended up being like 3 hours long, and our tour guide really didn’t speak English well so I did not learn anything about the place. I honestly can’t even tell you what building the Pope lives in. We were really discouraged after the tour because the tours the day before were the greatest thing ever, and then St. Peter’s Basilica was closed. The main attraction wasn’t going to open for another 3 hours, so we left and had lunch and came back only to find that tourists weren’t allowed in. WORD TO THE WISE: When someone asks you if you’re a tourist, or if your actually there for the event, always act like you’re supposed to be there. They asked if we were there for mass. HELL YEA WERE HERE FOR MASS, DUH THATS WHY WE BROUGHT THESE CAMERAS AND ARENT DRESSED APPROPRIATELY. They let us in without any questions.
We found seats in the pews and waited for it to begin. As a Catholic, I was just excited to be at Mass in the Vatican. Like how many Catholics can say they’ve done that? And Catholicism is very competitive so I knew just by being there I was automatically getting a better seat in heaven than everyone else…. But that’s when it happened. The music got really loud and everyone stood up and turned around, cameras in hand. And then, just like that, Pope Francis walked through the doors and down the isle. Everyone fell silent and the only sound that could be heard were the shutters on everyones cameras. Francis wasn’t fazed by anything. His gaze was forward on the alter, and he was reciting something to himself.
This is really the only good picture I got of him. The second he walked by I kinda froze and couldn’t believe it was him. Total fan girl move.
The rest of the trip was incredible and the food was AMAZING. I’m definitely going back at some point to do a tour of the whole country. We wanted to go to Pompeii but there just wasn’t enough time. So, until next time, Rome.