Act 2, Scene 1
|Id survived the scariest
roller coaster of my life, scrambled and scrounged together several thousand
dollars, come 3,000 miles and left all the competition behind in a last-ditch
effort to get Heather to open up the gates of her emotional fortress before
she fled to San Francisco.
The gates were officially cracked. Only a hairs width, but it was enough to get my foot in the door like some insistent door-to-door salesman.
Our last day in Roma (Rome) Heather's
feet were blistered even worse than mine. Where my dogs were merely whimpering,
hers were howling so we planned an easier day, beginning with Villa Borghese,
a museum on the North end of town.
Villa Borghese was being renovated and most of the place was off limits but the sculptures on display were well worth the 4000 lire. And the museum is in the largest, though not best-kept, park in Roma. The North end of town is somewhat ritzy but we managed to find a bakery and have a pleasant lunch in the park.
From there we hopped back on
the metro and tried to find San Pietro In Vincoli. Its easy to miss,
tucked in a small piazza just up the hill from the Colesseo. No map we
had accurately shows the church so you may have to just follow the crowd
or ask directions.
We headed down the hill towards the Forum. It started to drip, then drizzle, then full on downpour so we fled into the Colesseo metro station. We watched the soaked tourists and locals alike pile into the station for shelter. I love to watch people. Pretty local girls in soaked white shirts, their olive skin showing through, big smiles as their cute boyfriends pull them close for warmth and affection, looking past them to the Colesseo, Heathers wet skin pressed against me the whole scene made me wonder if I weren't dreaming the entire day, if not the entire trip.
|Roma is like a layer cake with each layer made by a different cook - you have the obvious Roman ruins, but they were built on the ruins of the Etruscans before them. Since the fall of the Roman empire countless other empires and governments have come and gone, and you can feel the ghosts of them all as you walk around the town.|
Speaking of ghosts, just up the hill from the Colosseo near Piazza Barberini is the Church of L'Immacolata Concezione, housing the Capuchin Crypts. Several rooms display the bones of some 4000 monks done up in bizarre mosaics and sculptures. The particularly creepy ones still have some flesh drying on their corpses. Definitely worth a visit!
They don't allow photographs in the crypts so I had to scan one of their postcards.
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