This is at the Goose Cafe where we have been having coffee almost every morning :D Yum! My favorite so far is their latte machiato and Sarah like to get a cappuccino.
As I am sure you can see, this is at the Trevi Fountain! We are going to go back to see it at night :)
"Viva la Papa!" This is at the Papal audience. It was inside this Wednesday because of the weather. Not a very good picture, we should have brought a longer lense. The Swiss guards were amazing! I didn't see one of them move the whole time :O
The Vatican City post box! :O How cool is that?!
And now, a post by Sarah E. Phillips to her avid readers:
Yell loudly and carry a big purse. That was the lesson being put into use that we had the pleasure of witnessing a few days ago. But first you have to understand why the show of outward violence and exasperation felt so satisfying. The first mistake was probably letting Erin use the map. I should have know we would get lost but she hadn’t lost anything so far, so, I thought it was okay. But now that I think about, it’s probably because of me that she hasn’t lost anything…yet. She might have gotten us there if we hadn’t missed our stop and gotten off at a different stop than she had planned. So, she looked at the map and figured out how to get there from this stop inside a McDonalds on a bathroom break. We walked for at least an hour and twenty minutes and as we walked for so long that the memory of another failed expedition to a internet point with her holding a map started to unpleasantly pop up in my mind. Sorry, I forgot to say that we were trying to get to the Trevi Fountain. So right about the point were Erin said we should be there soon, every thing started looking familiar. Not a good sign in my opinion if your going some where you should never had been before. We had walked in a circle and ended up at the bus stop next to the Vatican which is where were we had gotten on. So, we were all exhausted and decided to go home before we tried it again. I will get to the part with a big purse just wait : ) The next time we got off at the right stop and after much wandering, asking for directions, ignoring directions, retracing our steps, and following directions, we made it. Its was breath taking, but by then we were all tired and just wanted to go get on our buss and go to the apartment. Not that easy because it suddenly came to our attention that we had a time limit. (we are usually not good at time limits, we feel they restrict our creatively slow way of walking). The last bus left at six. If we missed it, we would be walking from the Trevi Fountain through the cute little vender lined streets al the way back to the apartment. The streets were starting to look less cute and more lined with uncomfortably, unevenly paved cobble stones and pushy venders. So, again we left with, for some odd reason, Erin in charge of the map. This time she came through and got us very close to a bus stop. Not the one we got off, not even the closest bus stop, but a bus stop. We couldn’t find the sign were we were supposed to wait. Then we spotted our buss, the last bus, the bus that was driving to the bus stop on the street ahead, the bus that was about to leave and this is where our days of training in dangerous traffic finally kicked in. At this moment we passed by the fact that we were stepping into a moving street of traffic without a little green man supporting our decision, and went for it. We got our bus with a few minutes to spare. We sat on the top of the bus that’s outside even thought it was pretty cold and sank into the molded plastic seats that had never seemed so comfortable. This is were the beginning makes sense. After sitting there on the bus waiting for it to leave some people caught our attention on the other side of the street. Not just our attention, a lot of other people were staring too. It was a man and a woman having a heated argument that quickly became something more like an yelling match in Italian. The man turned away, after it was clearly obvious that he was not wanted there, and started to walk away. The woman also started to turn away but it seemed that, after having a stroke of passionate brilliance, she turned around ran after him and lifted her large, red purse above her head and hit the man on the back of his head. He turns around and they start to yell again which is when the bus started to leave, like a curtain closing on a show. Now, your thinking, “why is that funny?” Its not, it was that it just felt very satisfying to see an action of aggressiveness and violence, which was exactly what I was feeling towards the small inconveniently label, look alike streets of Rome, Italy.
-Sarah
HAHA! Y'all must be having so much fun..
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