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An overview of our trip in chronological order.

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Ending With a Beginning

We spent our last day in Rome learning about the first days of Rome: exploring the extensive ruins of Imperial (and Republican) Rome.

Some of these ruins are mere piles of rock. Others are fully intact structures that look maybe a few hundred years old, not their true age of 2,000+ years.

Here lies Julius Caesar; well, not really, but here was where his body was supposedly cremated, on the site of which a temple was later built (after he was declared a god).

It’s not April yet, but today’s showers did bring flowers.

I could share some historical context around some of what we saw, but there’s really no way to condense our three-hour guided tour into a few sentences in a blog. If the history interests you, I’m sure you’ve been here, will come here or should come here.

And of course, what’s a visit to Rome without a visit to the iconic Colosseum?

It’s time to say arrivederci to Rome, to Italy and, saddest of all (for Molly), to gelato.

The Vatican Museum With a Few Friends

Italy is crowded. Rome is more crowded. The Vatican Museum is perhaps the most crowded place in the city (“cities”; Rome and Vatican City combined). We’re here in March; we’ve asked ourselves more than once, “what must it be like here in July?” and today the question got asked again.

We came prepared for it, at least. We booked the early morning “Breakfast at the Vatican” tour, where you arrive before the place opens and enjoy a breakfast buffet before entering the museum before everyone else (in theory).

That was the idea, but in practice—though there was barely a line to get in—here’s what it looked like by the time we got into the museum proper:

Nevertheless, there’s a reason why this is one of the most popular museums in the world. It’s a veritable trove of artistic treasure collected by the world’s most powerful institution over the past millennium.


Of course Molly found the cat amongst all the other tapestries.

And Michelangelo’s masterpiece, the Sistine Chapel, could draw the crowds all by itself (and, truthfully, is probably the main draw for most visitors).

Next door, we visited St. Peter’s Basilica. Though, after the Sistine Chapel—and the many other gorgeous cathedrals we’ve seen on this trip—it was a bit underwhelming (if one can say such a thing about such a place). And everyone but me was totally burned out by the Vatican Museum by the time we made it to St. Peter’s.

We exited through St. Peter’s Square and made it back to our apartment shortly after noon—completely wiped out and done for the day.

Though of course not so done in that Molly didn’t get her gelato of the day.

Here’s a preview of our next and final day in Italy.

Roman Grab Bag

We had one planned activity today—the Galleria Borghese—but other than that, we were catching sights as we came across them. And, since this is Rome, we caught a lot of them.

First, here’s the interior of the Pantheon, as promised. Look closely at the architecture of this perfect dome, and then remember that it was built nearly 2,000 years ago. Astonishing!

As we fumbled our way toward the Borghese, we stumbled upon the Trevi Fountain. Carol has been talking about coming back to Italy, and now that she tossed a coin into the fountain, I guess her future itinerary has to include Rome.

We finally found a taxi and made it to the Borghese, a treasure trove of sculpture and paintings. And, as museums go, it’s the perfect size to consume in under two hours.

The highlight is a series of sculptures by Bernini, who also designed the colonnade in front of St. Peter’s Basilica (tune in tomorrow to see that one).

The detail in these sculptures is simply mind-blowing. Look at how he rendered the hand squeezing flesh, as if it’s a real human body, not marble.

The ceiling in every room is also a work of art, and I found more Caravaggios.

The Galleria Borghese sits within the larger Villa Borghese, which today is basically Rome’s Central Park. Today we enjoyed what Accuweather would describe as “sunny and delightful,” so we rented a four-person bike carriage for an hour.

The one unique sight in Rome that I always recommend is a visit to the Capuchin Crypts. When the friars ran out of room in the cemetery hundreds of years ago, they removed all the mortal remains and used the bones to create works of art. So I couldn’t help but take everyone to see it.

Molly used sign language to share her opinion.

From there, we kept reaching into the Roman grab bag:


The Spanish Steps


Molly quenches her thirst at (from) the Fontana della Barcaccia


The Mausoleum of Augustus Caesar


The Tiber

Tomorrow morning, we’re off to see the Pope!

Rome: A First Exploration

Rome, the Eternal City—possibly my favorite city in the world. Few cities can match the history, art, architecture and beauty—oh, and the food—to be found in Rome.

Getting here couldn’t have been easier. An hour and a half on the train, a short cab ride and 2,000 years back into the past. Check out the door to our Airbnb apartment:

And the inside ain’t too shabby:

We’re staying in the heart of the historic center, just steps from many famous sites. As we’ve done in the other cities, we set out to explore after getting settled in. First, Piazza Navona, which is literally a block away.

You might recognize Bernini’s Fountain of the Four Rivers from The Da Vinci Code.

Next, we stopped by the Pantheon. This amazingly preserved building dates back about 1,900 years, and has been in continuous use since then (first as a Roman temple, and then as a Christian church from the seventh century onward).

(Check back later for photos of the interior; there were simply too many people when we got there.)

One thing I love about Rome is that there are about 900 churches. And so many of them house masterpieces of art in situ—on site, in the place where they were designed to be—that you can stumble on famous paintings or sculptures at random. Which is exactly what happened today.

As we walked, we passed several churches with beautiful facades, so I finally ducked into a random one to take a look. And there in a side chapel were three paintings by Caravaggio, one of which was a painting I had hoped to find on this visit (The Calling of St. Matthew, one of the first paintings I learned about in my first art history class). Such finds illustrate the magic of Rome.

A few blocks south, we came to Largo di Torre Argentina, a hole in the ground surrounded by busy streets and stores where ancient Roman ruins have been excavated. And not just any ruins; amongst them was found part of Pompey’s Theater, on the steps of which Julius Caesar was assassinated.

The tree on the left in the photo above marks the spot where Caesar met his untimely end at the hands of the Senate.

Someone left flowers for the fallen tyrant. Requiescat en pace.

The ghost of Julius Caesar is not the only one to call this place home. A colony of feral cats also lives here—so many that a group of volunteers have set up a cat shelter on site, sterilizing every cat they can get their hands on, and giving them food, shelter and veterinary care. My niece Kelley has to come to Rome just for this cat sanctuary.

Next on our exploration: Campo dei Fiori. Translated as “field of flowers,” this piazza becomes a flower (and food) market every day, though we got there too late in the day to see it. We did find Giordano Bruno brooding over the site where he was burned at the stake by the church in 1600 (for daring to believe that stars were distant suns with planets encircling them and other fanciful—and heretical—nonsense).

Oh, and spritzes. We stopped for some spritzes. Have I mentioned these yet? We’ve been enjoying them the whole trip. For those who live near us, these will be served frequently at our house all summer long. Yum!

And of course, the obligatory photo of the gelato of the day (with a magnificent backdrop).

We finished the day with a sumptuous dinner at Mimi e Coco, a tiny little restaurant directly across the narrow street from our apartment. I mention it mainly to make the point that there are little restaurants like this literally every few doors. And based on our observations, nearly all of them are packed. Clearly, food is a major part of the culture here, which we’re excited to experience.

Finishing in Florence

This was our last full day to see what we could see in Florence, and I think we made good use of our time. While I think we may leave the city having just scratched the surface, there’s so much to see that the surface offers plenty.

We spent the morning at the Duomo, exploring everything the Santa Maria del Fiore cathedral complex offered.

First, we dropped off Carol at the museum while the rest of us climbed the 463 steps to the top of the dome.

The stunning Last Judgment frescoes on the inside of the dome were as stunning as the view from the outside of the dome.

Italians typically have just a small pastry with espresso for breakfast. Following this practice, we’ve found ourselves quite ravenous by the time lunch hour rolls around, and today was no different. Following another recommendation from The Breen Team (my nephew and his wife, who honeymooned in Italy last September), we found our way to La Divina Pizza.

I’ll just say that this place was aptly named; the pizza—particularly the crust—was simply divine. And it was fun to try the by-the-slice experience where the slice is cut for you with a pair of scissors.

The gelato of the day also came by way of a Breen Team suggestion: from Perché No, a place where they said they found the best gelato in Florence. It was good, but I think yesterday’s award-winning San Gimignano gelato was a touch better.

In the afternoon, we made our way across the Ponte Vecchio to the Oltrarno, the other side of the Arno River.

First stop, the Pitti Palace, home of the Medici family. Or, more specifically, the Boboli Gardens, their sprawling backyard.

Third time’s a charm, so we went with the Breen Team one more time, following their “must do” suggestion to take a bottle of wine to Piazzale Michelangelo to watch the sunset. A rock-solid suggestion.

The idea of enjoying a bottle of wine at sunset conjures feelings of intimacy and relaxation. A thousand other people had the same idea, however, so we didn’t exactly get that. But the views, particularly at this time of day, kept the Breen Team’s perfect record intact.

We felt a trip to Florence wasn’t complete without a dinner of bistecca alla fiorentina (Florentine steak), so we treated ourselves to a last supper splurge at Osteria dell’ Enoteca, just up the street from the Pitti Palace (not sure whether the Medici are regulars).


Rather than offering a wine list, the sommelier brought me to the wine case and helped me pick out a bottle.

Tomorrow noon, we head for the Eternal City. Ciao, Firenze!

Under the Tuscan Bus

It’s nearly midnight, and my Fitbit has recorded more than 27,000 steps today. So I don’t even know why I’m posting a blog update; well, the answer is because I don’t want to let you down, dear reader. However, you might be more of a viewer than a reader today. My bed calls to me longingly, so I’m planning to write little and share lots of photos.

Today, we left the tour guiding to others and ventured out to Tuscany by bus on a guided tour. The itinerary: Siena, lunch at a winery, San Gimignano and Pisa. Maybe doesn’t sound like much? Look at a map. Or my Fitbit. We covered a lot of ground, and while the organized tour aspect made it feel a bit rushed at times, we saw a lot of pretty amazing sights.

First up, Siena:


Piazza del Campo, where they run the famous Palio horse race.


Our visit happened to exactly coincide with an anti-mafia protest march—which made the walking difficult, but offered some unique photo opportunities.


Siena’s facade was pretty epic…


…as was its interior, especially the marble inlay on the floor.


The oldest bank in the world (still open, but only banker’s hours).


Ciao, Siena!

By this point, we had already walked (and driven) a lot, and our stomachs were crying out. Fortunately, the next stop was worth the wait: lunch at Fattoria Poggio Alloro, a winery in the heart of Tuscany, with a view of the “Medieval Manhattan,” San Gimignano (our next stop.


The towers of San Gimignano are visible in the upper right of this photo.


The Medieval Manhattan.

Next stop, the hill town of San Gimignano in all of its medieval towered splendor.

Of course, the day didn’t pass without gelato, and today we got to try the best in the world (two-time world champion).

Last but not least, we stopped in Pisa—because, if you go to Italy but don’t get a picture with the Leaning Tower of Pisa, have you truly done Italy? (The answer is, totally, yes—but we still got the picture.)