OK, so here goes a bit about our trip to Rome. It started out a bit shaky. We were staying at a convent and it has a curfew of 11PM. We figured we weren't going out partying at night so that should be ok. Unfortunately, I forgot about Friday night. Our plane landed at 9PM. We then had to figure out how to take a train to Rome then took the subway to a stop a couple of blocks from St. Peter's. On the map, it looked like our convent was about 2 blocks from St. Peters, opposite from the subway stop. All looked well. But of course, why should things actually go well? We arrived in the center of Rome somewhere after 10PM. We then found the correct subway station. We sat down to wait for the subway and looked up at the sign. It said we had 9 minutes til the next train! Oh no!! I looked at my watch and it was about10:30 at this point. We still thought we would be ok because on the map it didn't look like we had very far to go.... The subway finally came and we got off at our stop at 10:50... hmmm... 10 minutes... we started walking very very quickly. Here we are dragging rolling suitcases over these cobbled streets, clack clack clack... we were trying to wake the dead with all our noise!!! The 2 blocks to St. Peters sure seemed a lot further! When we got there I told my mom we were half way, I thought that was good news but she sighed. And then we saw the hill... I wondered why our street curved on the map, I just thought it was a curvey street, but oh no, it curved around a hill! We stood at the bottom staring at it and a very nice Italian man looked at our map and confirmed that was the hill we needed to go up.... then the church bells rang 11PM. And this is the part of the story where I have to give mom tremebdous amounts of credit! She took off running up that hill!!! I could barely keep up with her! Unfortunately we ran right past the convent (it wasn't marked as we later found out...) and we ran straight to the top of the hill. As we stood and panted we got a gorgeous night time view over the city. One more look at my watch and it was now 11:15. Mom looks at me and asks what's the backup plan if the nuns don't let us in.... hhhmmmm backup plan?
We realize we must've missed it and start going back down the hill and pass a couple. They point out which building we are to go to. These big metal imposing gates.... we ring the buzzer and the gates magically open. Straight in front of us is a nun... and not a happy nun. We walk up and give her our paper. Needless to say she didn't speak english and well.. my italian is non-existent. She calls over another nun and they go off to talk about us, we started to follow them in and she raised her hand up and said NO! So we stood and waited. She came back and said "Tardy!" so I put my arms up to simulate an airplane and then show her the map of the subway station and draw my finger along the line of how far we ran and I ran in place to show her we ran and poor mom was just standing there dripping in sweat and panting. We must've been a pathetic sight, they took pity on us and let us in.
The room was very bare, but clean and cheap for Rome prices. We instantly passed out. The next couple days were a blur of pizza, lasagna, pasta and lots of ice cream (4 times to be exact) WOW, you can tell I live in London, all I think about is the amazing food! The weather was beautiful (another thing I am keen to notice now that I live in London) I even got a little sunburn on my nose and the part in my hair!
The pictures show everything we saw but they don't show how exhausting it was. By the time Monday came along we were ready for the plane ride home! So we could just sit! We went to go pay and check out and low and behold, we need more to go wrong. We owed €300 and they only took cash! Cash? who only accepts cash these days, I guess nuns.. So mom hops in our taxi and has him take her to an ATM, while I waited behind as collateral (actually I volunteered so I could just sit!)
All in all, everything worked out. I think mom really enjoyed her first trip into a non english speaking country. She really embraced the differences and especially the food. She said lasagne will never taste the same again....
And now we are off to Paris tomorrow!
9 months from today, I am getting married!!! (well and Jamie is too!)