So I had breakfast at the
Vatican this morning.
It came as a
surprise to me, too. I am not the world’s best planner as a rule, but I can be extremely organized, especially when it comes to travel. I love researching
trips and destinations. To me, finding out about some sight/ruin/crazy restaurant/gypsy
caravan hotel and have my heart skip a beat with excitement is half the
fun of traveling. But even better is when you just show up somewhere, only to
find it is home to a place you’ve never realized you’ve been waiting to see
your whole life.
I got to experience this in
Wales, when I discovered the house where Led Zeppelin wrote some of their
biggest songs was two hours away from where I was staying, and made damn sure to find it. And I got it today.
Italy has, so far, been the
most unplanned trip I’ve ever taken. Turns out working, traveling/visiting with
friends and doing a 30-day blogging challenge take up a lot of time. I ended up with ho hum accommodations too far outside of Rome, and going to the
Vatican on Sunday, to find out that the museum was closed.
“Will it be open tomorrow?” I
asked the guy at the gate.
“Yes,” he said. “But the
lines will be extra long.”
You could spend half your
time in Rome just waiting in lines, so to be told one is longer than average says a
lot.
Later, while eavesdropping
on a tour of making my way around the Colosseum, I heard a guide talking
about how if you take a (really expensive) tour of the Vatican, you can skip the
line. The researcher in me thought: I'll bet there's more to it than that.
I went online and discovered that, lo and behold!, you can also skip the line just by booking a ticket through the
Vatican website.
But the spots were sold out
for Monday.
BUT… if you upgraded to
having breakfast, there were still spots available. Still cheaper than a guided
tour, and includes food. I’m in.
If you haven’t seen the
Vatican Museum, it is 100% worth it. There’s no way you can take it all in in one
day, so I just let my nose guide me. I won’t geek out and list
everything I saw, but I had goosebumps the entire morning. Then, with an eye on
the clock (because I’m organized that way,) I figured I’d see the final few
things I wanted to see, then go catch my train out of Rome.
Okay, maybe just one thing.
Turns out you can’t just pop
in and have a quick look at the Sistine Chapel.
I followed the crowds, painstakingly
slowly, through 12 more rooms filled with antiquities and tapestries and modern
Christian art - which no one was especially interested in. I watched as everyone held their cameras upwards as we passed
through each doorway, like “is THIS it? Oh. Is THIS it?”, only to be told that you are
not allowed to photograph the Sistine Chapel, much to my selfie-stick hating delight.
I won’t go into my experience of finally seeing Michelangelo’s masterpiece, except to say it had all the
elements of seeing something you’ve seen photos of your entire life,
while surrounded by a thousand people: some excitement, lots of awe, and a bit
of oh, right, well, I guess that’s that, then.
I saw St. Peter’s Basilica
and Square (similar reaction, although St. Peter’s Square full of people in the
sunlight is quite magical.) Then I went off to catch my train.
Another effect of not
planning: I had no SIM card. Which, so far, I’ve really enjoyed. It’s only when
can’t use your phone outside the house that you realize how much you use your
phone, and how much everyone, everywhere, uses their phones. On the train, I actually…
read a book! And looked out the window! And eavesdropped on Italians making
rude jokes! I think.
And ate gelato. Duh.
But in the interest of trying
to be a grownup, and because I was supposed to call my AirBnb host, when I arrived at the Florence train station, I went to Vodafone. A SIM card was $60 for two weeks. I smiled
at the guy, said no thanks, and used a payphone instead. Then I took a regional
train to a little town 15 minutes away, where I am staying in a gorgeous, cozy,
super affordable loft, owned by an older Italian couple who have just made me a mouthwatering three-course meal with local wine, cheese, sausages and fresh pomegranate,
shared their life stories, made sure I wasn’t hungry/thirsty/cold
about 700 times, and told me to get up whenever, breakfast would be waiting.
Also, she’s a chef.
I booked this at the last
minute, too.
I rest my case.
omg i want to live at that airbnb!
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