It is quite the task to try to fit 500 photos and 3 weeks of adventures in one post. Which is probably why I haven't even attempted to try. But now that I have some newfound time on my hands, I am going to take a crack at it. This may come in segments (chronologically) in as much as I can write before I go into a blog overdose.
NOTE: We lost our first 100 photos of Rome, including all of my awesome photos of the Trevi Fountain and my favorites of the Colosseum. But fortunately for you, blog-world, those were the only days of the trip that I had written in my "trip journal" that I only used for the first 5 days.
ROME
Our flight was delayed and we were going to miss our connecting flight, so after 4 hours in SLC, we left to Dallas, then Paris, then...ROMA! I had a lot of fun using the new DSLR camera that Jamie got me for an anniversary present before we left Provo. Those sleeping pills I bought for $5.85 and prayed would work on the plane did not work. We were going on 3 hrs of sleep in the last 48 hours. We wanted to save money, so we thought it would be a good idea to schlep all the way across town--about a million miles with all our baggage. NOT A GOOD IDEA. But all seemed right in the world when we went eat the best gelato of the trip at a place Jamie had been talking about since his last trip to Rome-almost 10 years ago.
The next day we shot to the Vatican and St. Peter's and did a book guided tour (thanks Jim and Martha), ending at some crypts that were decorated with thousands of human bones. After dinner, I begged Jamie to stay out late and watch all the street artists in Piazza Navona during a random international dance concert.
Day 3 in Rome was the Colosseum, Forums, Palatine, Peter's chains, Michaelanglo's Moses, a farmer's market, and the best ravioli ever. The name of our game--hit the tourist hot spots before the crowds and walk a million more miles to see everything. (We would come to realize that this may not have been the best style to travel). Our one indulgence: a 2 euro bottle of water.
Our last day was scooterlicious. We opted to skip our last museum entrance fee, rented a scooter for 29 euro, and did as the Romans do--causing me to close my eyes for the beginning half of the ride for fear of dying before we got to Paris. But Jamie turned Roman-driver pro and sped us down narrow streets, allowing us to see the outskirts of the city. No more blisters and sore feet on that day. Giddy and wind-blown, we boarded our train for Florence and the long awaited Trattoria Zaza.
