Our Last Day in Italy *Sniff*

Our last full day in Italy. It’s been an amazing 10 days, and I’m surprised I can even put into words what this trip was like.

On this last day, we took the metro to the Vatican Museum. We got there around 1 in the afternoon and walked right in, not having to wait in line.

This museum really is indescribable. Some of that is because I was so tired by this point that I just couldn’t linger in the many halls of the most amazing art in the world. I can’t even begin to tell you what everything was, so I’ll just show you some pictures.



















Tools used to entomb the pope.


These are the stairs leading out of the museum. They start as a ramp, then turn into shallow steps.





You’ll notice there are no pictures of the Sistine Chapel; you’ll just have to take my word for it that it was beautiful and breath-taking. There are young men in the chapel snapping at people “No Photos!” in case we forgot that we weren’t allowed. You stand with this mass of humanity in the middle of the chapel, craning your neck up, trying to take it all in. I also realized how much I did not know about the Sistine Chapel. I knew of the painting on the ceiling and the fingers of God and Adam touching, but I had no idea it was so many panels across the whole ceiling and even onto the walls. Stories of the Bible artistically interpreted by Michelangelo in this tiny room. Amazing.

The last thing Al and I did was see the Trevi Fountain. We saw it at night, and it really is something else. A beautifully carved collection of water spouts, the fountain is another must see.





Many people talk about how romantic it is. Well, it would have been if it wasn’t for this



OK, so it was still romantic, but there were people everywhere. In addition to the tourists, there were young men selling roses, trinkets, and offering to take pictures of couples for a small donation.

And yes, I tossed a coin over my shoulder in hopes that I will come back to Rome one day. I certainly hope that wish comes true.

Too quickly it was morning again and it was time to get to the airport. One more tip for you—don’t plan a strict return date home. We stood in line with many people who had their flights canceled because of an air traffic control strike the day before. Apparently, this is common. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, our flight was right on time and took us home.

Arrivadeci Italia. Va benne—molto benne.