Rome...

When in Rome, you do what Romans do. So far, I guess that means, become a street urchin, sell rip off designer purses, sunglasses, or pretend you don't know English, so you can suck my last Euro away when making change. But, actually, this is a very romantic city! Trevi fountain, the place where hearts are sealed is simply beautiful! I caution you though, be careful when you drink from the fountain in the Pantheon, for I mistakenly drank some Holy Water! So much amazing architecture and artwork! The Sistine Chapel was a disappointment however, oh yes, Michael Angelo's work was there, but the feel was strange, dark, and the guards were constantly clapping and shushing the whispers. I don't think I was ready to see the ghoulish, demonic characters in all the art through out the Vatican. And, I certainly made friends with two of the Swiss Army warriors who guard the joint. They didn't find my offering to give a "Mormon" perspective tour of the St. Peter's Basillica humorous, and when I asked them of the pope was lunching on Holy Mackerel, well, let's just say that they put me into a "timeout", until my friends came for me. Gilatto on the street is refreshing and great, but the $8 euro coke in my hotel suite was abit much, especially given that it was only the equivalent of some 5-6 ozs! Ah, Rome, no wonder thou hast fallen so many times! Dining in the outdoor cafe's was terrific! Another favorite site was the 10-11 year old boy playing, singing, dancing, entertaining in Piazza Square, boy, talk about soul and antimation! Adiou Rome, I shall remember thee with wistful thoughts, and glad I came, but once, I shall not return. (Do I sound romantic and perhaps a tad Shakespearian? No? Ok, well, I tried)