I wish I had been able to stay a full day at the Vatican. The Vatican museums, the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter’s Basilica has definitely been a game-changer for me. I have never seen such beauty. Like for the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, did you know Michelangelo painted the ceiling while standing up? They say that afterwards, his eyes were forever locked in an upward position. Poor guy.
After the tour, we decided to grab a late lunch near the Vatican. If you can tell, we didn’t really plan out our trip by increments. We had a couple of places we wanted to try but we let most of our trip go with the flow. We didn’t want to be boxed in a strict schedule. And instead of cabbing it, I think we walked for almost 80% of our trip. We did a lot of eating so dawn-to-dusk walks were perfect for our waistline. However, Paul still managed to gain 4 pounds while I surprisingly gained only 2. I think my flu and lack of taste had a hand in that. Whichever the case, weight was NOT a priority on our honeymoon. We didn’t necessarily eat sensibly but we didn’t go buck-crazy either. And eating gelato 2 times a day is not considered buck-crazy. 😛
THE worst mushroom risotto I’ve ever had. Does that even look like risotto to any of you? I could have made something better at home. I only blame myself. This restaurant was obviously geared towards tourists. I should have just stuck with the calzone like Paul did.
After side-stepping the hordes of Indian guys selling sashes and the Kenyans or Nigerians selling knock-off bags, we saw this. We thought it was a dummy but got surprised when the foot started moving! We stood there perplexed for a moment and realized there was someone in there. It’s hard earning a living wage. It was hot that day too. 😦
We started our trek home from the Vatican City to our hotel. After walking for hours, miles, and many eons… we stumbled into a quaint park. Before this picture, someone had beautifully set a single pink rose in a glass coke bottle. I think it was some kind of memorial or tribute to a loved one. Paul wanted a picture with the statue. During this very simple process, he somehow knocked the glass down and it came smashing down. Everyone in that little park stared. We ran away with our tails between our legs.
After dropping in Sephora to purchase a blush and a bronzer (the European Sephora’s don’t accept Beauty Insider points! It’s only a U.S. thing. I was sad.), we cleaned up and grabbed a cab to an upscale restaurant for dinner in the Trastevere neighborhood.
Paul ordered the tasting platter that had 6-7 dishes. This cheese “ice cream” dessert tricked me! It was NOT dessert and that was not chocolate but some kind of balsamic reduction. It was some kind of cheesy cream cheese type of dessert. We both hated it. It was the one thing in Italy that I detested more than the relentless Indian men selling scarves on the street.
My reaction after eating the cheesy “dessert”