Today, Friday, we had class because it is a make up day for some other day we get off later in the semester. I did not have class until 5:15 so I decided to walk to the Vatican by myself. I have been there already, but I did not have a chance to go inside. Today, I did!! What an amazing experience!? It was a perfect day to go. There really wasn't much of a line anywhere because February isn't a touristy month. When I went in, I just followed the crowd of people because I didn't really know where I was going. I ended up climbing 515 steps to the top of the Cupola. You will be able to see from my pictures that it was quite the hike, but I was worth every breath, step, and claustrophobic feeling. The stairs to the top are so tiny that I felt like the walls were going to cave in on me. It was very nerve recking considering I was just following a crowd of people, not knowing my final destination
. When I got to the top, the world came to a halt.I have never seen anything so beautiful. I rested my hands on the handle bars, and stared out into the city...Vatican City and Rome. Being so far from everyone, it's quiet. I couldn't hear any Italians talking (surprising); I couldn't hear crazy Italian drivers honk at one another. I just heard the shocking remarks from the other tourists. I wasn't able to see the Sistine Chapel or the Vatican museums, but I did go into the basilica. The detail of the entire basilica is unimaginable. Where ever I looked my eye caught some type of detail. Every inch of the basilica had some sort of work that almost look fake because it is so precisely perfect in its place. They have a little chapel set aside for people to go in a say a little prayer; there is no talking or picture taking allowed. I went in to say a little prayer, and came out with tiers in my eyes. As many times as I told myself that I was in the Vatian, praying, I don't think I could fathom the thought of being inside the most religious place in the world. I may have to go back and pinch myself a few times.
Right near the Vatican is a Gelateria called Old Bridge. It is known in Rome as "the best" gelateria. I must admit I have been to a hand full of Gelateria's and this is by far the best place. I'm sure you're wondering just why this gelato is so much better than any other?!
Well, now that I consider myself a gelato expert...the gelato at Old Bridge is so creamy it literally melted in my mouth, and it's all about being creamy. For example, one of the first days I was here we went to a gelateria right in Trastevere. It wasn't until after I ordered that I realized the man wasn't even Italian and the gelato looked like ice cream. Ugh. I was upset. ...and yes, Italians serving me gelato does make it taste better. Anyway, I had cinnamon and amaretto flavors at Old Bridge. To help you understand how amazing this gelato experience really was...the cinnamon was like the cream on a Cinnabon times 10.You probably can't comprehend how good that is...but yeah. That good. I tried to savor the moment, but it was too tasty. I probably looked like a starving child.
Tomorrow we are off to Florence. :)
I will try and post pics. The blog only allows five at a time.