What a fun trip! We unexpectedly got upgraded to first class
the entire trip—including the overseas route—which meant we could actually
sleep from JFK to Rome because the international first class had the beds that
lie flat. Plus the food was good.
If you ever go to Rome, you should know that much like
Boston, Rome is a walking city. And just like Boston, the sidewalks and streets
are as likely to be made from old cobblestones and very uneven. Good, flat walking
shoes are a requirement unless you want to take bus tours. We prefer to walk so
we caught the hotel shuttle into the city after we’d landed, cleared
immigrations and gotten cleaned up at the hotel.
Last time we were in Rome, neither of us fully grasped just
how many Roman ruins there are in the city. Sure, we’d seen the Coliseum but
only at night, and we never did get over to any of the other ruins. I can’t
tell you the name of these ruins but as you can tell from this picture, they go
on and on. We didn’t walk down through them but instead kept on going and found
the Coliseum, this time in rainy daylight. After that we split a bottle of wine
and had pizza for what ended up being both lunch and dinner. Let me tell you,
the house wine in Italy is pretty tasty.
We also ended up seeing the changing of the guard at the
President’s palace. The band played in the rain for the whole ceremony and then
played a little concert. I was freaked out that the oboist marched with his
oboe and wondered how many reeds he’s broken doing that. I never marched with
my oboe, I played piccolo when we marched.
I am quite proud I stayed up until 7 PM that night although
I slept the next 13 hours.
I’d foolishly thought that a rainy Monday in November would
reduce the number of tourists at the Vatican Museum and the Sistine Chapel but
boy was I wrong. All I could think was how awful it must get in the summer,
what with the crowds and the heat. I also thought it was worth braving the
crush of people. Pictures don’t tell the entire story of any part of the museum
or of the chapel. Fortunately we didn’t need to see St. Peter’s again because
that line was over two hours long—the line for the museum and chapel was at
most 15 minutes.
We did find the fabric stores and I’ve never been so
overwhelmed in my life. But I wasn’t leaving Rome without some cloth, doggone
it, and so I got two meters of a lovely lambswool woven fabric that is just
wonderful to touch. It’s a sort of purple/wine color and I’ll make a skirt out
of it. Kent picked up an orange and black houndstooth woven wool (trust me, it
does not look garish or Halloweeny at all); he's got plans to make a long-sleeve shirt. We wandered around some more, had more pizza and wine and
then headed back to the hotel.
So that’s Rome. I’m not sure when we’ll do another quick
jaunt like this one or the one to London last month. Maybe in the spring after
we move.
Oh right, I didn’t tell you about that yet, did I? Stay
tuned.
