On Tuesday, at 3:45am, Alicia, AnnCatherine, Will and I departed Dublin for our European adventures. Elisha was headed to Barcelona, Will to Barcelona and then Amsterdam and finally, AnnCatherine and I to ROMA!
We arrived in Rome at 10am and I am truly convinced the travel gods were on my side the entire trip. We lucked out with an entire row on the plane, then cleared customs without a single glitch allowing us to make it on the first bus out of Ciampino Airport and into Rome. We arrive at Termini Station and after only minor confusion we learned where to purchase a bus ticket (at the kiosk where they sell newspapers and cigarettes). We then boarded bus 64 in search of the hotel.
Researching a hotel to stay in while in Rome was a daunting task, considering we have no money and no idea what is a good place versus a bad place, everywhere was either too expensive or in a horrible neighborhood outside the city. Until, and I am really convinced it was an act of God, I stumbled upon Casa di Santa Brigida; a gorgeous Italian convent in Piazza Farnese in the heart of Ancient Rome on the Tiber River.
The convent is run by a group of the sweetest nuns. They greeted us upon arrival, showing us the sitting area, dining area breakfast is served, then showed us to our quaint room with two twin beds and a bathroom, while small it was exactly what both AnnCatherine and I had been hoping for. We were then shown the television room (like anyone would want to watch TV in Rome!) and finally, the best part of all, a rooftop terrace that spand the entire roof of the convent looking over the entire city of Rome. It was absolutely amazing with small sitting areas to sit and enjoy wine and cheese.
After we had settled in AnnCatherine and I strolled through the open market next the convent, sampling artichoke spreads and trying on scarves and hats. There were also olive stands, cheese mongers and fisherman all with goods to sell.
It was an incredible day topped by the ultimate part of laying in bed at night and listening the nuns sing their nightly prayer songs. Mesmerizing. It was so unexpected and absolutely beautiful. An amazing experience to end an incredible day.
DAY 2 - VATICAN.. Oh and the Pope.
On the second day of my Rome excursion AnnCatherine and I again lucked out and received "reparto specialle" tickets to hear the Pope speak. Upon first receiving the tickets from the nuns in the convent we were a bit confused and quite frankly skeptical about what the day would entail; lots of waiting in line, seeing the pope for 2 seconds while he comes out onto the balcony to wave, we were wrong, very wrong. When we arrived at the Vatican we were immediately struck by the pure beauty of it all and then quickly rushed through security and escorted to the front of the inner Vatican Chapel, where we watched the cardinals come enter and then the pope. We were sitting ten rows away from the Pope. It was amazing. I have never really felt an affinity towards the pope, not being Catholic and all, but sitting there among thousands of people, listening to his blessing I truly felt touched.
DAY 3 - PANTHEON, TREVI FOUNTAIN and SPANISH STEPS
As if this trip could not get any better Thursday we started off with breakfast at the Convent - deicious rolls, yogurts and delicate meats and cheeses- we then beaded back to the Basilica because I could not just see it only once. I am forever amazed by the Basilica. The sheer vastness of it, the amazing beauty of all the statues and sacrifices. It is mesmerizing. Rome is mesmerizing. I still cannot believe I was there. This is the historic place I have learned about all my life and now I have stood in the Colosseum, the Forum, the Basilica, the Sistine Chapel. Incredible.
After the Basilica we headed across the Tiber River to Piazza Navano where we took in local art, more fountains and ate delicious pizza and gelato. After lunch we visited the Pantheon which is massive and just appears in the middle of Rome, with a 30 foot hole in the ceiling. It is incredible. It didn't rain, but I can only imagine what it is like when it does.
Finally, we walked over to Trestavere. A small little Italian village. The streets are windy and the shops are small. It was wonderful.