August 20
My dad left early for work, bailing on the most glorious
segment of our trip: sight seeing and shopping.
While he was busy flying back to America, we spent the
morning in the Vatican. I still haven’t quite sorted out how I truly feel about
that tour… My cynical feelings towards the Catholic church aside, emotionally,
I was torn between amazement, with regards to the truly awe-inspiring works of
art and architecture, and discomfort, a direct result of sore legs/feet (shakes
fist at Rome’s hilly landscape, special emphasis on the Spanish Steps) and the
presence of the massive amounts of humans pressing in on all sides (apparently,
Rome is one of those “deodorant optional” cities).
We finally left St. Peter’s Basilica as exhaustion and
hunger washed over us only to discover that we were still two hours shy of our
next meal. The pure devastation felt by our entire group was palpable, however
it was quickly remedied by the decision to walk endlessly without a proper
destination! The sigh of relief was like a gale force wind, as I’m sure you can
imagine. Though this arrangement was made under the pretext of killing time in
the name of materialism, only those in the group over the age of 13 and lacking
in male genitalia were truly happy with it.
Being one of the lucky few belonging to that very specific
class of humans, I can honestly say that I was very supportive of the plan, and
my closet definitely benefited.
Between the shopping, lunch, and more shopping, our good
friends the Leonardis left us for Bologna.
Following a quick siesta in the hotel, our diminished crew
headed out for dinner where our wonderfully adorable waiter shamelessly flirted
with each one of us (save for my poor, left out brother).
But seriously. Italy and Croatia both LOVE their stairs.
But seriously. Italy and Croatia both LOVE their stairs.
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