Well,I ventured out on my own this afternoon. Took the bus with the quest to find some fantastic deals on Via de Corso, but ended up doing the tourist thing.
I climbed the 124 steps of Santa Maria in Aracoeli..the church so deceiving from the outside and so breathtaking on the inside. Chandeliers everywhere....15 chandeliers around the altar doubled and on each side...12...plus 1 on each side flanking the altar. They have a chapel with a wooden bambino...the story is quite interesting...I've included the story. The soloist and organist were practicing for a wedding....I believe today, since there were blue and white flowers all over and it was beautiful.
I then went through the monument for the Unknown Soldier...they present the history of Italy with uniforms, weapons and flags. I found out during the trip that Italy had been a 'united' country only since the 1800s. Before that they were separate 'stated' with their own monarchs. And it seems that the northern provinces consider the southern areas lazy.
Stopped in another church....one of several hundreds, Chiesa di San Marcello at Corso, where they had one of Bernini's Pieta. The church was not as ornate as the first but still beautiful.
Hungry...again. I decided to go back to Sciarra, near the Trevi Fountain, which we visited last year. Just as great as I remembered? YES! I had the Spaghetti alla Amatricana....pasta with bacon, spicy peppers and...of course...cheese. With the bread, olive oil, balsamic and vino.....as Sergio always says....mamma Mia! The Italians do have a way with food.
The restaurant is empty now....that dead time between lunch and dinner....and since I'm stuffed I now I have to decide if I want to shop or head back to the hotel. It's amazing how they never bring you the bill unless you ask for it....I could have sat here for hours with no problem, but I have to walk off this pasta. So, after four glasses of wine...I think my decision is made for me....unless there's a shop......
Monday.... June
It's 7am and I'm at St. Peter's. Camille's parish priest, Father Diego, has been in Rome studying and she was able to arrange a mass where her sister, Charmaine and Dan, and herPenny and will renew their vows. Both are celebrating their 50th anniversary. Susan and Dan will also renew their vows...45 years.
The mass was beautiful; the couples exchanged vows, rings, kisses and tears. After mass Fr. Diego gave us a tour and personal insight on St. Peter's.
Built in the 1700s all the 'paintings' are actually mosaic....on the altars, walls, and ceilings. The only one that is painted is at the altar of The Madonna, which is the altar he chose to do the mass. The sculptures on each side of the cathedral represent those saints that started religious orders, such as St. Theresa. Running the length of the cathedral are inlays marking the length of cathedrals around the world in comparison to St. Peter's. Both Los Angeles and Washington D.C. are included, but are less than half the length of St. Peter's.
Above the altar of St. Peter is a structure that contains the remains of the chair that Peter used; it is called the cathedra, which is where the word cathedral came from.
Last day in Rome.....what to do? Transferred to my new hotel...Victoria.....very nice and the staff was much more friendly...shaking hands, welcoming, big smiles...wonderful. I met Guilo, my new guide, went to my room, checked the stock market...damn!, and then decided to go on the archeo-bus to check out the catacombs.
I decided to get off the bus at the Capuchin monestary and see their catacombs....and I am so glad I did! What a site! The first part is through the museum...mostly pictures of monks, but also some very interesting relics. And then it was on to the catacombs...
WOW!!!!!!! The story goes that the monks hid in the crypts to survive the mass killings that were going on.
The displays are beautiful and so intricate...I only wish I could have visited the other catacombs, but the hop-on hop-off only runs on weekends and they were too far out of the city for me to walk to.
So, instead I figured....eat...lunch at my favorite restaurant...near the Trevi Fountain.. .Sciarra...and even better, the waiter, Bojrn, worked really hard to pick me up......nothing like feathering one's ego. He kept saying..."I'm off at 3 and have 4 hours...I can show you the real Roma." "Sorry, I'm leaving Rome...heading to Florence"; "how bout I meet you there?" Luckily, the restaurant started getting busy so I was safe...I think....
Well, lunch is done and it's on to bigger and better things, and meeting an entire new group of Americanos..