Holy Holy Holy how is this real
Kit goes to the Vatican
Rome is huge, there is life everywhere.
Since today is a holy day of sorts, let's start with a confession. I am a tourist. Much of me stumbling around Europe has been in the good graces of Rick Steve's Italy book, google maps, and trip advisor. Today however, my love and adoration goes out to a man named Mario. Being the concierge for the fine hotel we were staying in, he managed to find me a ticket to the Vatican on the same day pre Holy week in the Holiest of places. I therefore was able to jump in to my next jump culture shock head over feet and avoid the two hour line wrapping the gates.
The walk over of course proved yet again worth it. Even with a seagull guarding the gates, this castle was a nice prelude to my trip to holy land.
But seeing how I am in Italy, first Gelato before Art-ing
Raphael's little real estate in the Vatican was just the pre cursor to the Sistine Chapel. Although there was no photos allowed, after about a half hour of just starring straight up, it was a sight myself and my neck will never forget.
To skip even more lines, the true slippery tourist, I snuck in with the "group only" exit and the Me Myself and I tour group marched directly into St. Peter's Basilica.
Even though the crowds were massive, it was easy to feel somehow alone standing here.
Not to worry, there were crowds outside too
I promise I paused longer then it took to snap these shots. I did most of my processing on the 2.5 mile walk back because I do like to walk, even if my knee's are crying, the cobblestones can handle the water works just fine I guess.
The walking pays off
I found a bridge, I found a Vista, I am finding myself the longer I get a chance to see life as part on a bigger event happening across a world I have only seen in books and dreams.
I'm jumping out of my skin as I read your blog and enjoy your incredible pictures. Wish I was there to enjoy it with you. Your enthusiasm is infectious. Now that you have begun to "roll back the stone" your life will never be the same. Remember, Michaelangelo was only 26 years old when he began sculpting David. I know someone else who is 26. I am anxiously awaiting my personal invitation to your first gallery show. GO. GO. GO!!!!
Absolutely beautiful pix, Kit! I am so glad to see you were able to get into the Vatican. It is a great place to realize how small we are in the scheme of the universe...and to marvel at a smorgasbord of artwork. Keep having great adventures! Love and hugs.
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