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Roma
We finally made it! It’s been my dream to see the Colosseum, the Pantheon, and all that’s left of the Ancient Roman capital since elementary school. It was my favorite part of world history to learn about, and now that I could step out from a hotel into the heart of it, I got to relive all the imaginative glory of my childhood. There was nothing disappointing about the buildings I came to Rome intending to see, and the ones I didn’t plan for made the visit that much more fulfilling. Look what I saw!
The Fountain of Four Rivers in front of St. Agnes in Agony. Kyle and John bought laser-pointers off a gypsy not twenty feet from here.
St. Ivo the Wise. Karl said his sister sang here over the summer.
The Pantheon. What can I say? Hadrian was the man.
Church of St. Ignatius - Perspective painting at its finest. The ceiling is flat just above the windows.
The Colosseum. YES!
The stage inside. Miley Cyrus was on tour, so…
Just kiddin’. Palatine Hill. Those funky trees were EVERYWHERE in Rome.
The Forum. Perfect end to day one…
The Vatican Museum - the easiest place in Rome to get lost in a mob of tourists. Absolutely worth every minute you might spend trying to find your way around.
Dome at St. Peter’s - mosaic tile? Holy smokes!
St. Peter’s Square from atop the Dome.
Rome from the Dome. You can see the Pantheon near the middle of the picture.
Light past the altar at St. Peter’s Basilica. Walking back from here an old guy puked on a column about 10 feet from me… Guess his sins couldn’t last another minute in there.
Castel Sant’Angelo - Hadrian’s Mausoleum. See ya day two.
Trevi Fountain. It took a while to get a picture without people. Real hoppin’ spot.
San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane. I made it in the corner somehow but the light’s right.
Piazza del Popolo as the sun set on day three.
MAXXI Museum. The morning stop before we left the city.
Our professor warned us that we wouldn’t be able to see everything. We tried about as hard as we could, and had our fill. If I were to do it again, I’d take a bike. I’m not a scooter or a motorcycle guy, but I’d love to see their driving laws. I’m pretty sure they don’t exist, because without fail, every man or woman on a Vespa sneaks their way between and in front of cars at stoplights, and on a good day stops. I have never wanted to clothesline someone more. Next time I’ll be prepared.
Off the streets though, Rome is an amazing place.
