Friday- train from Florence to Rome, depart at 9:00am arrive at 11, drop luggage off at hotel, hop on metro to Ottaviano, lunch [riccotta & spinach ravioli] Vatican 3 hour tour, rapid walks past Rafael, Ancient Greek & roman statues, even a bit of Salvador Dali. Sistine chapel for 20 minutes, sore neck, onward to The Pantheon, more sore neck. Coin toss in Trevi Fountain[1 coin to come back to Rome, 2 to fall in love, 3 to get married], I only threw one. 8 pm, exhausted &free to roam (harhar) for the rest of the night. Dinner with the crew, metro, hotel, slumber party in Austin & Caleb’s room. Strobe lights, twerking, strange sex noises among other things ensue. Real slumbering.
Saturday: breakfast at 7:30, 8:25 meet downstairs and depart for Colloseum, witness Italian father minorly beating* his son. Part of the Italian culture? Unsettling. Onto the ruins of Ancient Rome, amazing. [At the moment I’m writing this, Fer who’s sitting accross from me on yhe train shows me a piece of a column from the ruins that he finds and keeps….darn, i want a piece of ancient rome) Staircase to Piazza Campidoglio, catch a glimpse of the Mayor walking into the building. Bus to St. Peter’s Basillica, biggest church in the world, gawkgawkgawk leave meet Angela outside off to church with carravagio’s. gawkgawkgawk. Bus to church with the ecstasy of st. Teresa [Bernini], more gawking. Also extra gawk at the horrendous interior of the church*. Hotel, lay down for hour. Dinner. Walk around with Caleb Brittany and nancy for an hour, befriend some balloons we find, discover ancient roman ruins with government access staircase leading to reptilian papal base under the city, hotel, sleep.
Sunday: [MAJOR CHANGE OF RYTHM] Rise and shine bright and early once again. This time its just austin, brittany, caleb, nancy, martin and i aka the clique. 7:30 breakfast on the roof, gorgeous view of the city with the sun parting the clouds and shining onto our table. 8 am we leave for the borgoese gallery. Leisurely walk to the gallery. What was inside that gallery was to good to put Into words so I’ll just leave it at; it was fucking sweet & if you have the chance to go, GO.
At 11 we leave the gallery and walk through the park towards the metro to head to St. Peters square to see the Pope. On the way we spot multi person bike rentals in the park and decide it essential that we come back for them & race.
To the square we head where thousands of people are gathered. Sit down and wait, the pope comes out at 12:20. at 12:10 the window opens and everyone gasps and stands up, looking towards the window eagerly awaiting the pope till 12:20 when the pope appears and everyone cheers and he says things I can’t understand because they’re in Italian but he says something about free medicine from God and after he finishes everyone rushes over to get the medicine… well we had to get our medicated too so we joined in on the task of retrieval.
Trying to get to the people distributing the medicine was analogous to trying to get to the front row of Skrillix at a rave. It was madness, it took like 5 minutes to get 15 feet & we almost got trampled but eventually we got our medicine. (Without suffering there can be no salvation) Medicine turned out to be rosaries. Pretty nice ones too. Sweet.
After evading the near trample we got pizza and hopped on the train to the park, got our bikes and went on our way. We were in teams of 2, me and Austin rode together. Our team name was Double D’s which stands for Derp & Derpier (We take ourselves very seriously). We all split up but the Double D’s ran into Britanny & Caleb(I think their team name was Alora but I’m not sure, Austin & I are the only ones who truly embraced the name) We raced around and terrorized the people of the park, Austin ran over some kids sand art at one point. The inevitable point of treachery came when Austin and I mistook a staircase for a slope and nearly toppled down it in our bike mobile. I peed my pants on the way down from laughing so hard and possibly from being scared, probably a combination of the two. That topple down was really fucking intense though.. Austin was pretty traumatized and I was in shock from peeing my pants so we took it easy for the rest of the hour. Once the hour was up we headed to the fountain because everyone wanted to see it during the day (& further reinforce their chances at Rome, love & marriage by coin toss?) so we went, took pictures and I walked around in pee pants and it was wonderful.
On the way back to the hotel we ran into some militant demonstration with soldiers or policemen marching around accompanied by marching music. It was random and awesome & we continued on our way. As we joked and talked and walked back to the hotel I felt a sense of awareness of how prominent this group has become in my life & how much we’ve come to know & love each other. It’s crazy because we’d never find each other back home & now we have so many inside jokes. It makes my heart hurt to think that it’ll all be done with soon.
Times a tricky guy and if you spend too much time looking him in the eye, he’ll rob you…So I’ve decided that rather than mourn over the dreaded departure( gah, makes my stomach light just thinking about it) I’ll just try & live on the whim/feeling of the moment, sometimes that feeling or thought intertwines itself with moments of the past or future but oh well. All I’m saying is if I can choose to ignore the things I can’t change, then I will.
Back to the laughs on the street with everyone, to the train where these thoughts and words started materializing themselves & now in my apartment where I’m currently laying (a much needed lay might I add) and writing this, I realize that trying to bring the past, the present, & the future all into one zen and reflective conclusion is difficult, but making fun of myself is easy..so I’ll leave it at; I peed my pants today. Wtf.