Greeting all, From Vatican City.
Tom and I are sitting in a cafÃ¨ just across the street from the Vatican Museum. We just finished our walk through and I must admit that the Sistine Chapel made me cry. Never will you experience such excellence in all you life.
But I am getting ahead of myself. After a long flight (being pregnant on a plane for 9 hours is no fun), we touched down early Sunday morning (middle of the night, U.S.) and took a car straight to the hotel. After finding that we were too early for check-in, we left our luggage and were off to see the sights. We ventured to Piaza di Spagna (the Spanish Steps) were I, the wannabe New Yorker, was duped out of â‚¬5 (that’s about $7-8) for a picture with a guy in a Roman costume. Trust me, the pic isn’t worth that much, but it was a lesson well learned.
To kill some more time, and to find me a bathroom for my distressed bladder, we ventured into the city streets. What did we find? McDonald’s! They had an ok bathroom and very strange food. But they did have funny commercials playing over the radio. After wasting a little more time with a town garage sale, some strange statues, and a few beautiful fountains, we returned to the hotel 2 hours before check in to beg for our room. We were rejected but opted for the sofa in the lounge where we napped for half an hour before we were finally allowed our room. We slept from 12:30 to 5pm. It was wonderful!
Something we did learn was that Italians have some of the strongest stomachs in the world. Let’s just say that you should stay away from as much cheese and dairy as you can if you ever visit. That said, we did enjoy lasagna (me) and pizza (Tom) for dinner at CafÃ¨ “Dolce Vita” in Piazza Navona. For dessert Tom enjoyed a nice Cuban cigar (I stayed upwind) and I walked slowly with my gelato.
We spent the evening playing War to make ourselves fall asleep. It worked until 12am when we had to run over to the 24 hour cafÃ¨ for a little late night dessert. Hmm…I just remembered i left strawberries in the fridge. In that case, Baby Drapeau and I had better get a move on for siesta (national nap time) and a little snack.
Until next time,
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Later, in stereotypical Italian fashion, we dined outside while a man played Italian music on his guitar in Piazza Navona.