Casa Di Santa Francesca Romana Rome

... 2 to get back. But we did get to experience the ghetto of rome and then one block over rome's wall street...interesting how fast the areas can change!<br><br>Now it was time to head to the train station to catch our overnight train to Interlaken Switzerland...and this time we were in a sleeping car! So now its official we have travelled every way possible by train after we do the sleeping car!<br><br>Now its off to Switzerland!!

... Dafne (1622-1625) it transports you to the artists imagination, with the whole room reflecting what is on display.<br><br>With our gallery experience over we made our way to Piazza di Spagna home to the Spanish Steps, a remnant of the French but named after the Spanish Embassy. With our minuscule budget we headed down Via Condotti, Romes most famous shopping street lined with Gucci, Dolce &amp; Garbba, Burbery and the like, needless to say we didn't pick up anything. We needed a bit ...

... depressions in it to help lighten the load thus increasing structural stability. Each of these depressions had a bronze decoration inside all of which was stolen by a Pope who melted it down to be used in the construction of St. Peter's Cathedral. We visited Campo di Fiori which means field of flowers and some believe it was a flower market. Today it is a market of not just flowers but fruits and vegetables ...

... com As far as my trip goes, this isn't quite the end yet. One of my dreams was to visit Venice this trip and though the earlier attempts to visit it by bike didn't go through, a little while ago I found an airplane ticket for &euro;15 to make my dream come true. So I'll go do that in a few days and will post some final notes on the trip before I say goodbye! For now, I lay over at an Italian campsite, run by Romanian seasonal workers.

... sculpture that blew us away was Apollo and Daphne, again by Bernini. It depicts Apollo, who is smitten with Daphne, grabbing ahold of her as he catches up to her. She is running because she is resisting his advances and is so adamant in her decision that, as she is caught, she calls out to her father, Peneus, to turn her into a tree. Bernini's sculpture of the story from Greek mythology visualizes the scene at the moment ...

... Thanks everybody. The tour i mentioned earlier that we took was by far the best tour we have ever taken. It was lead by a young guy, Jayson, from Louisiana, who had a masters in Theology and new his stuff. THe tour we took was through the vatican museums Adan it was worth every penny. I have so much knowledge on roman history, art history, and Theology now it is ridiculous. All I want to say about the Vatican museums, the Sistine chapel, and St.Peters basilica ...

... since the Intercity was running 45 minutes late. But everything has a reason... I had anticipated that the gypsies at Rome station would be the biggest negative today. However, we arrived at our Rome accommodation to find no-one home. No office. No-one answering any of the doorbells. The kebab shop lady across the road knew nothing. The neighbourhood was nowhere near that portrayed on the internet map and the graffiti and surrounds were rather off-putting ...

... of a two-minute thunder storm took place. The clap of the thunder, the strike of lightening, coupled with the intense downpour of rain meant only one thing to me: romantic Roman run through the rain! It was like a movie. We clasped hands and leapt through the puddles that formed almost immediately, laughing all the while as gaily as could be imagined at any local cinema. Break passed and Vanessa, Joann, Carlos, John, and me all walked to the Pantheon for some gelato and ...

... a bit and the musician's patience faded. "Ladies, please," he warned. As we walked away, me scowling, my friends and other nearby club-goers complimented me. They asked how long I had been playing the drums. "Approximately three minutes," I stated. Jaws dropped. Apparently I was really good and the other girl ruined my act. To tell the truth, I think they were all as drunk as I was and anything would have sounded good. I think we must have left this bar at some point, but I don ...

... that it hadn't developed the strong flavour normally associated with boar. Magnificent aldente pasta. A wild boar stew. The meat was in chunks, and just fell apart apart when forked. It appaered to have been very slowly cooked and dry roased at the end. It was served in a rich gravy with baked polenta and black olives. We each had a large side dish of cannelini beans cooked with garlic and olvie oil (and salt). We had a choice of Dolci. Hell, I just realised we will have ...