Damn it all to high heaven. We are finally over our jet lag. It was pretty bad, people. I attribute it mainly to the fact that we were living above a nightclub that was very active until 6-7AM. Seriously. People at all hours singing, dancing, and getting their freak on outside our window in Paris. Now that we have serious double paned windows and shutters that block out sound as well as light, we are now getting our 8 hours of sleep. It's a better feeling, and we're not all garbage like we are in Paris.
That being said, yesterday, we did some math (in Char language, we measured out the 250 meters that we walked with a crumb from a cookie on our map) and we walked 3000meters yesterday. That's freakin' far. I don't even know what that translates to, but we hauled boo-tay. We passed out last night after talking about how return plans to Paris tomorrow AM. I woke up early, but feeling bad for Cary who has the lumpy side of the sofabed, I let him sleep in. That was a huge mistake because we could have gone to the Sistine Chapel...more on that later.
I woke up, did some reading of my GQ magazine and fixed Cary some breakfast (a sandwich; we're living simply these days) and made some for myself as well. he got up around 11:30. ate some breakfast and we headed out. As we cut through St. Peter's, we noticed that the Swiss Guard were standing around the area near the pulpit (or whatever it's called), and sure enough, I checked my guide, and sometimes the Pope comes through does a wavey-wave, and goes on with his bidness. We hung around for a little bit, and sure enough, you hear some cheering, and out comes the pope mobile. We're too far off to rush over to where homeboy is, but people don't give a care and bum rush (Mom, that means they run over real fast) the area where he is. I think he's going to do a quick loop around, but he just cruises down some stairs (in the pope mobile) and heads over to the back of the Basilica where he holds his audiences.
Cary takes a few pictures (did I mention yesterday I took 130 pictures? Cary took 324 pictures.) and we head over to the Musei Vaticani. And that mess is closed. We missed it by a few minutes, actually. But it was important to Cary that we see the Deutschish Pope. So even though he might be minute by all intents and purposes, we did see him. Quite special.
Today we spent having gelato, overhearing a priest who was hanging out in Rome with his mom and her homies after hearing her get freaked out over how expensive food here is in Rome, taking more time inside St. Peter's, and eating pizza in Palazzo Farnese and coming back to the internet point to get some quality time with you all.
Tomorrow morning we head off to Paris again, tie up some loose ends there and get ready to fly home on Saturday. So Mom, if you're reading this, we'll be back around 9:45PM, but we have to clear customs first! We'll call you once we're ready to go. At any rate, we're ready to come home, and we're quite anxious to come back to familiar places. The trip has been wonderful, it really has. But nothing is quite as good as your own car, your own time, your own friends and family. We probably won't have a gang of goodies to bring back to you all, but we'll think of something. ;-)
Anyways, I'm going to check some email. Cary is at his own terminal doing his email, and I have to do some of mine too! Geez, to think, I have to go to work on Monday. Who knew!
Char
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