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Ceiling of Pantheon
![Italy (76) Piazza Navona](https://helenezeiler.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/italy-76.jpg?w=470&h=352)
Piazza Navona
![Italy (80) The Trevi Fountain](https://helenezeiler.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/italy-80.jpg?w=470&h=352)
The Trevi Fountain
![Italy (84) The Vittorio Emanuel Monument](https://helenezeiler.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/italy-84.jpg?w=470&h=352)
The Vittorio Emanuel Monument
![Italy (89) The Roman Forum with the Vittorio Emanuel Monument in the background](https://helenezeiler.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/italy-891.jpg?w=470&h=352)
The Roman Forum with the Vittorio Emanuel Monument in the background
![Italy (99) Homemade pizza at the villa with Dan, Francesco, John, and I](https://helenezeiler.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/italy-991.jpg?w=470&h=352)
Homemade pizza at the villa with Dan, Francesco, John, and I
![Italy (92) The Coliseum](https://helenezeiler.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/italy-921.jpg?w=470&h=352)
The Coliseum
Day 58: Saturday, September 26th
Today was exhausting! I literally walked for miles upon miles. We left the villa for Rome at 9:00 in the morning. Dannie, Tori, and I headed for the salon. Dannie was treating the three of us to a manicure and pedicure, a welcomed treat for these worn out feet. When we arrived at the salon, however, there was a problem. They had only scheduled a manicure and pedicure for one person. After much discussion, they were able to work in two people, but that meant that I was out of luck (my choice), and so off I went to find something else to do. I simply picked a direction and started walking.
Fortunately, I happened to literally run into the Pantheon, one of the places I had actually wanted to re-visit. The dome of that massive church is terribly oppressive, but in fact, it was designed to be so. Originally having been a pagan temple, anyone who entered was supposed to feel small and insignificant beneath the statues of the mighty gods and goddesses leering overhead. Of course, now it is a Catholic church filled with Christian statues instead. Directly across from the Pantheon was a McDonald’s. Yes! I stooped to that level! I decided that, since I was five days behind on writing my daily journal entries, I should write one day’s journal at each place I visited throughout the day. The first of the five was written at that McDonald’s (alongside an order of Chicken McNuggets, medium fries, and an Orange Fanta).
After the Pantheon I decided to visit Piazza Navona, my favorite piazza in all of Rome. Just as I arrived, the bridal party of a wedding was exiting the main church on the square. I stood among all the guests to witness the bride and groom’s exit from the church. Rice was thrown, and I applauded their entrance onto the square along with the crowd. A huge bang erupted, and confetti filled the sky. I proceeded to circle the central fountain and walk among all the artists to see their drawings and paintings. Serious and comical works filled the various stands. I stopped to watch an artist draw a caricature of his victim, but then moved on. Suddenly, beautiful and sad strains of music caught my ear. I followed the notes to a young woman playing an accordion. I was immediately taken with her music. I decided that this was the spot to write my second journal entry. As the keys clicked away, my heart lightened to the tunes of La Vie en Rose and the theme to the Godfather.
Picking up from there I headed to the Trevi Fountain, the quintessential fountain in Rome. I bought a drink, sat down on the steps, and watched all the people snapping photographs and throwing coins in the famous fountain. This was the site for my third journal entry of the day. After I had finished it, I took my turn at luck and threw my own coin in along with my wish.
I decided to throw caution to the wind and blindly walk. As luck would have it, I walked into one store, and one store only, and just happened to find exactly what I had planned on buying my niece, Katherine, for her Christmas present. It was perfect, and it was on sale, too! Onward I walked until I ran into the Vittorio Emanuel building. I remembered that it had been nicknamed “The Typewriter” as well as “The Wedding Cake” because of its pure white layered and columned façade. There was a shady park adjacent to the monument, so I decided to escape the heat and sit under a tree for a little while to rest my tired legs and burdened shoulders. Thus, we have arrived at the fourth site of journal writing. The feeling of accomplishment was growing!
At that point I decided to take the metro back and sit in a café until it was time to meet up with the family. BUT… on my way to the metro, I happened upon the Roman Forum, the site of the ancient ruins of the imperial Senate. I couldn’t exactly pass that up! So I strolled through the ruins, imagining what it must have looked like in all its glory. I imagined the long togas and leather sandals, the curled coifed hair of the women and their gold serpentine jewelry.
I could hear the shouting of the politicians, the theorizing of the philosophers, the chanting of pagan worship, and the cursing of the neglected beggars. What a different time and place this must have been, a strange one, but a beautiful one, too. Polished marble columns gleamed in the moonlight. Perfect archways stretched their backs into the sky in support of their mighty loads. Colossal statues of bronze statesmen glared down upon the passing plebeians. Water endlessly flowed through the miles and miles of aqueducts and playfully shot from the spouts of a plethora of fountains. Although I could not actually see any of this before me, I could sense it, and I could imagine it, and I would have given anything to step within the boundaries of this imaginary painting.
A bus screeched its brakes behind me slapping me back into reality. Time to move on. As soon as I returned to the main road, I looked up to see the Coliseum standing directly in front of me. How convenient. I didn’t go inside this time, I remember it perfectly from my last visit, but I did walk the entirety of its stone perimeter. Its size and circumference are staggering. Completed in 80 A.D., it held upwards of 50,000 people, fifty thousand people who craved for, who lived for, who demanded their entertainment, the few hours that provided them just enough distraction to keep civil upheaval at bay. Bread and circuses. Food and entertainment. Not so different from what we crave today; only the menu has changed.
It was hard for me to imagine the thousands of lives lost under the guise of “entertainment.” How could the tearing of flesh, the burning of bodies, the stench of melting skin, the destruction of one man at the hands of another, satiate, rather than nauseate the human sensibilities? How could death and destruction play the role of court jester so well? How was man so easily deceived, so morally and ethically depraved? I shuddered to think about the depths of decline to which man is capable of debasing himself. That’s all of the Coliseum that I needed to see.
On that note, it was definitely time to head back home, or so I thought and planned. The main metro, bus, and train station in Rome is Termini, and I was right next to it. Easy, right? Oh no! The red line, the one I needed to use to get to my train station, was completely shut down. No more service for the day! What was a girl to do? I was too far away to walk, so… I walked over to the buses and read over their various destinations until I found one that I recognized – the Vatican. Perfect. I hopped it, and there for the next thirty minutes, I wrote my fifth and final journal entry for the day, being only briefly distracted by the crying baby beside me and the Romans’ aversion to personal hygiene, which translates into a disdain for the use of deodorant.
I finally made it home after many more transportation issues. I was completely exhausted from all that I had seen and done throughout the day. I would gladly have gone to sleep for the night right then and there, if Wendy had not set me up for a “blind date” of sorts. Yes, on the very first day that we had arrived at the villa and she had discovered that I was single, she called her friend Francesco, who agreed to meet me this very night. All I knew about Francesco was that he was thirty-seven-years-old, was working on his doctorate in space engineering, and was known for his hearty laugh. Wendy had planned to make homemade pizza for dinner in her outdoor pizza oven, which is quite a time-consuming process. So, I propped my weary head on my hand and willed my eyelids to stay open.
Eventually, Francesco arrived, and we all meshed together perfectly. He, Dan, and I mostly talked together. He was extremely easy to talk to, and his hearty laugh did not disappoint! The pizza and various local wines were served on the patio, all while the evening sunset graced the Italian skyline, and it couldn’t have been more perfect. But then… I mentioned to Francesco that I had accidentally left my flash drive in a computer of an internet café while posting my journal entries earlier in the day. He asked me if I had any personal information stored on it. I honestly replied that I couldn’t remember. He suddenly jumped up and offered to take me into Rome to see if we could retrieve the flash drive right then and there. By this time it was nine o’clock, and I couldn’t believe that I had stayed up this late given that I could have gone to sleep two hours before! I thanked him profusely, but declined the offer. Francesco insisted! Danny knew how tired I was and ran into the villa to get a blanket and a pillow! She threw them in his car and told me to sleep on the way there or sleep on the way back, but that I should definitely go to Rome (can you tell that she is a matchmaker?) Well, I couldn’t fight them both, so into Rome we went – a thirty to forty minute drive. Francesco and I talked nonstop.
Finally, we arrived at the café, and as expected, it was closed. Francesco asked me if I would like to get a cup of coffee. YES! That was exactly what I needed. We walked to a little bistro, sat outside and talked forever – about religion, politics, culture, and philosophy (all the things you are not supposed to!). A beer followed the coffee, and then we discussed our personal histories. Once the café closed, he asked if I felt up to taking a walk, which was the perfect suggestion, so we walked around the Vatican and back again while more stories – both humorous and serious – were exchanged. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, we returned to the villa and said our goodbyes. It was a most enjoyable evening with a most unusual Italian (not your normal slimy kind!). Although I never used the pillow and blanket in the car, I was anxious to use them at last! Good night, dear Rome, or should I say, “Good morning!”