Day Twenty
To the Vatican Museum! The line was longer than the Space Mountain line, but it moved much faster. There were street musicians, guys selling purses and sunglasses, people handing out fliers, and very dramatic beggars. I think the Vatican auditions beggars to get rid of all the indifferent ones. One woman unwrapped her head scarf to show everyone a massive sore on her head.
But the line wasn't really to get into the museum. It was a line to get to the other line, which was to get into another line, which was to get into the museum, which was a huge building full of lines. It was worth it though, because the artwork in this place was amazing. I will leave out most of what we saw for time's sake, but the Sistine Chapel was cool. Also a stuffy British tour guide refused to continue his tour until we stopped listening to him. "Soarry, um, this is private tour." Whatever. Jerk.
Yes well the museum thoroughly wore us out, and I fell asleep on the floor in the hallway leading out of the museum while Rob sat and watched people make fun of me as they passed. I am sorry that I missed it. When we finally left we realized that the line was almost nothing by early afternoon, and it probably would have been better to go then.
Next up, St. Peter's Basilica, a church of behemoth proportions. I think you could easily have a doubles tennis tournament inside. It is the traditional resting place of Peter the Apostle and boasts the largest collection of dead popes in the galaxy.
Man, we were tired by now so we went back to the hostel for naptime. Ahh, naptime. We had a new roommate by now, an Italian named Marco who preferred to wear clothes around the hostel as opposed to just briefs. A welcome change from the other roommates. It was dark by the time we woke up from naptime, but Marco came with us to the internet café and then took us on a VIP tour of central Rome.On the way, we saw a stout Roman trying to murder a kid who had just picked his pocket. The man had a hold of the kid's shirt, but the kid slipped out of it and ran away. Exciting. We saw the royal palace, some ruins, and, of course, the coloseum. Cheers, Marco.
And bed.
But the line wasn't really to get into the museum. It was a line to get to the other line, which was to get into another line, which was to get into the museum, which was a huge building full of lines. It was worth it though, because the artwork in this place was amazing. I will leave out most of what we saw for time's sake, but the Sistine Chapel was cool. Also a stuffy British tour guide refused to continue his tour until we stopped listening to him. "Soarry, um, this is private tour." Whatever. Jerk.
Yes well the museum thoroughly wore us out, and I fell asleep on the floor in the hallway leading out of the museum while Rob sat and watched people make fun of me as they passed. I am sorry that I missed it. When we finally left we realized that the line was almost nothing by early afternoon, and it probably would have been better to go then.
Next up, St. Peter's Basilica, a church of behemoth proportions. I think you could easily have a doubles tennis tournament inside. It is the traditional resting place of Peter the Apostle and boasts the largest collection of dead popes in the galaxy.
Man, we were tired by now so we went back to the hostel for naptime. Ahh, naptime. We had a new roommate by now, an Italian named Marco who preferred to wear clothes around the hostel as opposed to just briefs. A welcome change from the other roommates. It was dark by the time we woke up from naptime, but Marco came with us to the internet café and then took us on a VIP tour of central Rome.On the way, we saw a stout Roman trying to murder a kid who had just picked his pocket. The man had a hold of the kid's shirt, but the kid slipped out of it and ran away. Exciting. We saw the royal palace, some ruins, and, of course, the coloseum. Cheers, Marco.
And bed.
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