Now that I’m state side, most of my study abroad memories are more or less a blur. There are pictures, there are scribbles of poems, there are endless souvenirs… but where in the world did they come from? Surely I didn’t just embark on this month long whirlwind of a journey? But I did… my credit card bill says that I did.
Probably the most vivid memory that I have from my study abroad journey is of the Vatican. Perhaps it’s because I only had a limited time there, or maybe because it really was just that beautiful.
Unfortunately I didn’t even see much. We mostly just went through the museums and saw the art, sculptures, beautiful frescos, and endless pieces of history.
After making our way through the museums, we had the choice to spend some extra time in the Sistene Chapel, or rush through it and see St. Peters Basillica. For me, it was no question that I had to stay in the Sistene Chapel. Now, pictures aren’t allowed which is why I don’t have any, but I was so taken back by the ceiling itself that I would have never been able to have taken a single picture. I must admit that I was teary eyed with a sore neck for about ten minutes gazing up at the ceiling.
Once all was said and done, we were all told to meet up by the obelisk in St Peters square. I spent a little bit too much time in the Sistene Chapel and was more or less rushing to meet my study abroad group, but I couldn’t help but take a few minutes to admire everything around me.
In my lifetime I’ve seen (on TV of course) two Popes chosen and step out onto this balcony that I was now standing under, and I couldn’t believe how small I felt… how small it actually was… how much I couldn’t believe that I was right here in the presence of such history.
As college students constantly do, we had to go through another orientation back at the hotel, so off we went. But not without some gelato before hand!
And a little bit of shopping, and my first shot at a successful haggle.
After the orientation, the group began to pitter out of the room in their new found cliques. Not ever being one for cliques I watched them all go thinking that it would just be me and my roommates for dinner tonight. To my surprise, my new found group of friends all gravitated together and began making plans. This wasn’t a “clique”… these were soon to be my new, good friends… my “Italian” Family.
We made our way towards the Tiber and chose a beautiful restaurant under a bridge.
I was pretty darned happy…
Now, tomatoes (and all nightshades) make me sick… same goes for gluten. But, when in Rome right?
Luckily, Italian tomatoes barely even gave me a headache! So this was just a first of many pizzas.
After dinner, we all took a nice little walk along the Tiber and enjoyed the scenery and each others company.
It was a perfect ending to a perfect day! Next stop… Florence!