



Overall, Monday was a very chill day. Spent the morning drinking coffee and picking classes that I’m interested in taking with my advisor who is absolutely amazing. Afterwards, Mat, John and I went out for some tapas before we came home for lunch. I took advantage of the Spanish siesta and then went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant that some other BC students had found earlier. The food was great – it was nice to have a different type of food.
Tuesday was an even bigger lazy day. Woke up, ate breakfast, looked at my classes a little, watched the Simpsons in my pajamas, ate some lunch, and then just hung out. I packed for Italy!!!, ate some dinner and then slept until 3 am when my alarm went off to catch the cab!!!
Wednesday morning was painful – a 3:30 am cab ride to Barajas, the airport in Madrid so that we could be at the airport in time to catch our 5:55 am flight. Good thing we got there before there were even people at the check in desk. When we were standing at the check in desks, Mat and I got our passports ready… Alison realized that she left hers at her house. So, as Alison was taking a cab, again, to and from her house, Mat and I sat in the airport stuffing our faces with all of the food that our senoras gave us; sandwiches, platanos y chocolate! Alison made it back in time, we caught our flight, and caught a cab from the airport in Rome to the girl’s apartment. The cab driver was pretty much out of his mind! (the girls = Laura and Casey – two of Mat’s friends from BC that study at John Cabot in Rome) After Casey and Laura woke up, we went out to lunch at this cute little restaurant near their school. I had amazing Margaherita (spelling?) pizza. After lunch, we walked over to the Pantheon. It was nothing like I had imagined it to be. Placed in the middle of the city of Rome is this gorgeous building filled with beautiful art and history. It fit right in with the city. The Pantheon was followed by amazing espresso and possibly the best gelato in Rome… I had chocolate, coffee, and crème. On our walk, we also passed the park that holds the stairs where Julius Caesar was shot. Casey had class so we stopped by John Cabot and then went home with Laura and took a nap… or Alison took a nap and Mat and Laura had their own little photo shoot. Dinner was remarkable as well – Alison had chicken parm, Mat had some sort of meat creation that he didn’t know he ordered and I had gnocchi. After a long talk at dinner, we went to an open bar.
Thursday morning consisted of a lot of sleep… Once we woke up, Mat, Alison and I embarked on a journey with a map in hand; first to find food, then to find the Coloseum. Once again, good pizza and Al ordered pasta. After lunch, we walked past the Roman forum to the Coloseum, which was relatively smaller than we thought it would be but nonetheless, breathtaking. I am still in shock that these ancient Romans were able to move heavy boulders without the machinery that we use today. (yes, I know… cheesy) It started to mist a little but the weather stayed nice. However, when we started walking through the Roman Forum, the clouds came and Mat said “It looks like it’s about to pour”. Long behold, no more than 5 seconds later, it is pouring! We walked through the rain to a coffee shop, warmed up a little and then walked back to the girl’s apartment. That night, the girls cooked us an amazing dinner… pesto and mozzarella on cristinis, pasta with tomato sauce and salad with breaded eggplant. It may have been our best meal in Rome.
Friday morning we woke up early (around 5:45am) to go to Vatican City and see the Sistine Chapel before the line got too long. Laura and Casey were going to come with us but their hot water wasn’t working and they had to wait for the maintenance man to come. So, Mat, Alison and I once again wandered around the streets of Rome to Vatican City. We stopped for some cappuccino along the way and then went to St. Peter’s Basilica. I was absolutely amazed when I walked into that building. Everything about it is gorgeous. Michelangelo’s Pieta, all of the sculptures, the artwork, the mosaics on the floor, the altars, priests blessing the hosts in different languages on different altars… the whole experience was surreal. It was very weird to be standing in the country that has the final say in all of the teachings our school believes in. At about 8:15 – 8:30am, we started to wait in line for the Sistine Chapel. It rained about every 5 minutes and the line moved, maybe, 5 inches in about 2 hours. We started to doubt if the wait was even worth it. Then, at around 10am, the line started moving a lot faster – the Vatican Museum had opened! (we thought that it opened a lot earlier… hint the waking up early) However, it was worth standing in line, not moving for 2 hours, because the line was sooo long – street, after street, after street! The artwork was beautiful in the Vatican Museum but the Sistine Chapel is more than amazing. I stood there in awe. On our way home, we stopped for lunch for some more pizza!, and at an amazing chocolate store – I got chocolate with a coffee flavored center. The three of us went back to the girls place, napped, and then the five of us went out for dinner one last time. I had a panini that was very, very good. Diner was followed by a night trip to the Trevi Fountain – very romantic spot. We threw three coins over our left shoulders – 1, we will return to Rome, 2, we will fall in love in Rome, 3, we will fall in love with a Roman in Rome… we’ll see how that goes. After sitting by the fountain, we got more gelato and sat out in a little square where we made friends with these two Irish men who are supposedly tour guides for the Vatican.
Saturday morning was coffee and a train ride to Firenze (Florence). Our hostel was about 10 minutes walking from the train station and it turned out to actually be very nice. We ate lunch at a cute, little restaurant near our hostel – Alison ate pizza, I had a very good pasta with a spicy tomato sauce, garlic and olive oil, and Mat had spinach and cheese ravioli with a meat sauce. After lunch, we walked to the Duomo, where we made it just in time to be the last group to walk up the 462 steps to the top. The walk was painful, but the view from the top was one I have never seen before. You could see all of Florence – the buildings, the plazas, the mountains in the distance. Definitely worth the 6 euros and the long walk. Afterwards, we walked around Florence, towards the Ponte Vecchio, sat on the bridge for a while, and walked back to get ready for dinner. Before dinner, we had our own little rendition of a botellon, except that it was in our hostel room and not in park. Dinner was delicious – more pizza… After dinner, we went out to a club and danced all night – Alison ended up dancing with an ex-bishop.
Sunday morning, Alison and I woke up and tried to go to MUSEUM NAME HERE but the line was over 2 hours long. After that disappointment, the three of us went to the Museum de’ll Academia to see Michelangelo’s David – very, very impressive. The details were remarkable. Despues, we went to lunch, where we made friends with 2 couples from Canada who ordered 2 of the largest beers we had even seen in a restaurant – they were drinking away the anger caused by a stolen wallet! We ordered brushetta, pizza with sausage, and 2 different types of gnocchi, four cheese and pesto. After lunch, we ate some gelato (possibly the best chocolate gelato I had in Italy – I had chocolate and banana), we walked to the Cathedral de Santa Croce, had some espresso and walked to the flea market they were having. After shopping for hours, Alison and I went to mass at the Duomo – it was in Italian but it was still amazing. Our course, as usual, dinner followed and we ate the best meal of Florence. Matt and I started off with spaghetti with pesto sauce, followed by sides of asparagus with lemon and olive oil and tomatoes with oil and vinegar. Alison finally ordered the Florentine steak, something she had wanted for every meal in Florence. Dessert was just as impressive – a chocolate tart, cheesecake with a citrus sauce, and a lemon tart with strawberry sauce. Back to the hostel and bed…
Monday morning, we checked out of the hostel at around 5:15am so that we would be able to catch the 5:30am train to Pisa, allowing us to see the leaning tower before we had to catch our plane. Well, we made our train, but we also happened to receive the wrong arrival time in Pisa, fall asleep, and miss our stop. When we woke up, we were about an hour outside of Pisa, in a little town whose name we don’t really remember. The next train to Pisa was not for another hour and a half, which would stop in Pisa at the same time as our supposed departure. The lady at the café next door said that a cab to Pisa would be three or four hundred euro – luckily, we found a taxi driver that spoke English and he only charged us 180 euro to get back to Pisa. It was still a lot of money but it would be cheaper than trying to buy new plane tickets home! We arrived in Pisa with time to spare, made it back to Madrid, and here I am, exhausted and ready to start classes tomorrow at UCM – University of Madrid, Complutense.
Italy was absolutely amazing – now its back to reality…