I had such high expectations for today. It’s Good Friday and I wanted to get things done. The first thing on my list was to go to the top of St. Peter’s and check out the view. It was a sunny morning and I thought it would be perfect. But when I got there it was crazy crowded. The line looked longer than any line I had ever seen including the ones that can be found at amusement parks. The church looked nice so I took a picture of it. There was also an olive tree out front, part of the march later that night I presume.
The Beach
When our plan to climb the steps failed, we decided to go to the beach. Well that didn’t turn out too much better. We got on a bus back toward our house to catch the train by our house. It was completely deserted.
We took a seat and headed to the beach. When we got off the train we realized how freaking cold it was and headed back to the city. We went home, crawled into bed, and tried as hard as we could to shake the cold from our bones.
The Stations of the Cross
I had finished up packing and was very excited to do the Stations of the Cross. In Rome, they start at the Coliseum and walk to St. Peter’s. I had come back to Rome for this and this alone. But you know me, once I get home and get into my jammies I have no volition to go out again. And this time I told myself I was going no matter what, well, unless it started to rain. And it did. So I stayed home. The day was complete. Everything I had intended on doing did not get done. Oh well. Always next year, right?
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