Day 2 part 2

Vatican City continued......

  
  When we had made the decision that we would add Rome onto our trip my mother had made one simple request. She wanted to relive a little bit of her catholic child hood and requested a rosary from Vatican City. She even told us it could be the simple plastic beads that the nuns make, as long as she could say it is really from there. Naturally when we walked into the square I began looking for them. I saw a little man with a tiny box that had some, but something told me to keep looking. He only had the plastic ones and I really wanted to give her a nice set that would last through the years. Plus Scott had noticed that the line into St. Peters Church was really kind of long so we may want to jump in line now.  I decided he was right and we got in line to go inside. As we waited we realized the line moves fairly quick, so I wasn't too worried. I did notice that as the day started getting closer and closer to noon line grew HUGE. It literally wrapped around the square. I quickly thanked Scott for not letting me get carried away with shopping like a silly girl. *wink*

       Ok now I don't even know how to describe those first few steps walking inside that church. I literally just walked in and went wwwwoooooowwwww....... Everywhere you looked it there was gold or a painting. Scott and I both love art and the history of it all so we were like little kids watching their favorite movie. Just standing there staring (and possibly drooling a little)  Don't get me wrong Rome in general is that way, but inside St. Peters was incredible. My pictures will never do it justice with my rinky dink camera, but I can at least try to demonstrate it. I also am so happy that we decided to go there on a Sunday, because several room were holding church. You could hear the priests singing and everyone was very quiet and respectful. For a little while I wandered around not paying attention to other people (including Scott) and just stared. I honestly could not believe where I was. All the hard work of planning this trip and suffering through all our tourist moments did not even matter anymore. I was living a dream.

     Once my brain snapped back into the reality that I was walking around with my fiance I realized he was gone. I panicked for a small moment and started looking for him. I found him doing the same thing I was, getting completely lost in the building. I tried to snap a quick pic of him so forgive the blurry-ness but I still loved this one. I was so happy He decided to come with me. My best friend and I got to "Nerd out" about the world together. 
     We walked out of the church eventually because we were both getting tired from all the walking and standing and we wanted to find the Sistine Chapel to see the ceiling. We checked out little picture map to no avail. There was a lot of construction  going on that seemed to be blocking the streets that would lead us there. We decided to finish the hunt for moms rosary and see if someone could help us out. We walked around the corner and found a little shop cart FULL of different trinkets and a huge variety of necklaces. I started to look through them while the nice man chatted with Scott about the "Joys" of living in America. I thought it was a little Ironic because this man was CLEARLY from India and had no idea about our part of America. He asked if there are a lot of Indians living in this "Utah" place and Scott just laughed and said, "Not that kind of Indian, but there are a lot of the others" The man was confused at first and then caught on so he then engaged into the life of the Native Americans. Meanwhile, I had found several beautifully beaded necklaces and was trying to decide between two when the man handed me a small silver box. Scott had told him what I was looking for so he decided to help me. The Box had a picture of the pope on the front and when I opened it there was a completely silver Rosary inside. It was stunning, I asked him the price difference between this one the the plastic ones and of course he said for us it was the same price. (good thing Scottie can chat at times) So we bought it with the little change I had left in my pocket.
     We still had 4 euros left afterwards, so we stopped and got some gelato. We sat on the corner in the shade to give our feet some rest, and sip on some water before looking for the Sistine Chapel. We asked the man at the cart how to get there and he just pointed around the corner and said to follow the street straight up. We walked around and found the street blocked off. It was starting to get very frustrating. We decided we both had walked so much and we still had to make our way back so we would come back another day to find it. So we started the walk back. We stopped at an ATM and had lunch along the way then rested for a few hours to fix the sore feet issue. Not to mention it had started raining. I love rain so we relaxed with the windows open to listen.

     Later when the storm had calmed down I asked if we could make an attempt to see the Trevi fountain today. Our map made it look like it would be quite a walk, but nothing like we had done earlier in the day. Scott said it would be ok if we could stop for dinner on the way. I agreed and told him about "That's Amore" which was a place Georgi and Belinda had told us to try on facebook. Georgi had mentioned it was right around the corner from the Trevi and had the best carbonara.  I was so excited to get down there so we left right away. From Georgi's direction's I thought we would pass the fountain before reaching the restaurant, but Scott stopped me and pointed to the sign along the way. So naturally we had dinner first, and let me tell you guys. Georgi was right about the carbonara. *yum*

     We made it to the Trevi with a little bit of sunlight left, so we snapped a few pictures. There were people there but not really too many, so I made the way down next to the water for some better pictures. Making my dad's favorite picture of our trip! We didn't have a coin to toss into the water (other than a 2 Euro coin and we were on a very strict budget) So I didn't get to toss a coin in to make sure we came back. Scottie had taken the map from me while I took pictures and he made a suggestion that we head up the street and see the fountain of Triton. Another awesome spot. So that's how we ended the night. We stolled over there and watched several guys with dead flowers try to sell them to the tourists. At one point one of them walked right into someone's picture to put a rose in a womans hand claiming it was "free." Taking a few more pictures we then went on back to the motel to get some sleep before it started raining again. Of course I slept with the window open.