We really slept in today, I was to busy being stressed out last night to sleep. Accommodations are biting me in the butt. We took the busy metro to the Vactican. We zipped right up to the museum through security and purchased our tickets. We beat out 6 groups of school children (what would a group of 9 year olds get out of the Vatican museum anyways?) to the top of the stairs. The museum was absolutely jammed full of people. It was not very pleasant.
The museum itself was pretty nice. The tapestries depicting the life of Jesus were my favourite part, mostly because I found the three pieces named, massacre of the innocents, so touching. I might even suggest that the 12 euro price tag and billions of people are worth braving just to see it. At the end of the maze there was a prize, the Sistine Chapel.
The Sistine Chapel was smaller than I thought it would be, and it must have had 1000 people in it. We got some seats on the benches at the sides of the room and plugged in our Rick Steve’s audio guide. 26 minutes later I left feeling very pleased with what I saw above me. The tour was again, very enlightening.
We escaped the mobs of people and the Vatican itself. We were in search of pizza. We would find what we were looking for, Pizzarium, about a 10 minute walk away. This was an interesting place. Things are hectic and frantic and the crush of people behind you frightening, but the people behind the counter, intense as they might be, are very nice. You tell them the types of pizza you want and they snip if off the pan with scissors. They weigh your slice and fire it in the oven. You walk over the the cash register with your bill in hand (grabbing a beer along the way) and pay the man. Then you slither back through the crowd to wait for the counter guy to chop up each slice into 4 pieces and stick it on a wooden board. Now all you need to do is find a surface to put you paddle on and dig in. Bon Appetit.
I had forgotten to write down the address to the ice cream place I wanted to try. I only remembered it was called Fatamorgana. Shane used his magical ipod powers to find the place and we went. We tried a flavour called Kentucky. It’s chocolate and tobacco. Yes, it’s as weird as it sounds.
We were going to go into St. Peter’s Basillica but the lines were wrapped around the whole entire ring. In my most conservative estimate I think the line was 2 hours long, it might have been up to 4 hours. Either way there was no way I would stand in that line for any church. We left, trying to walk to a park we saw on the map we had.
All parks in Europe seemed to be fenced (not just fences, they’ve usually got walls built around them) and this one was no different. We tried for a good 15 minutes and got frustrated. We chose to hop on the bus home. The bus got fuller and fuller and traffic got slower and slower. 45 minutes later we reached the main train station and unfolded our neaseous selves from the sardine tin. We got on the metro and rode the two stops home.
What a relief it was to be back in our room. I got to work on the computer booking almost all of our remaining accommodations. (I’ve only got to book one night in Basel and our stay in Belgium.) At 2000 we left for dinner. My heart was set on La Mani in Pasta in the Trastevere neighborhood so we braved the bus to get there. It was worth the effort. We enjoyed a wonderful plate of antipasto and an amazing piece of buffalo mozzarella (I finally get what all the hype is about!) Shane ordered a plate of carbonara and I was going to order something different, but our server told me not to, convinced that their carbonara was the best in the city. When an old man tells you to get the pasta, you get it. And after one bite I would agree with him, it was the best carbonara I will ever eat.