
Well, it has been an interesting two days. Yesterday, we went to see the Colosseum, which was one of the reasons I came on this trip. We walked an hour to get there, and when I saw it through the trees in the distance, I couldn’t help but skip a little with excitement, despite my tired legs.
Our tour of the Colosseum was not as pleasant as it could have been, considering that it was cold and rainy that day, but we had a wonderful, engaging tour guide, who just happened to be American and who cracked lots of jokes.
Unfortunately, my body was exhausted from many busy days of traveling, walking, and rushing to get from one place to another on time without getting lost, and I wasn’t able to finishe the tour fo the Colosseum. While the rest of the group went on to tour the forums, Rebekah and Daniel took me to the subway station and accompanied me back to the hotel (which is a good thing, because I never could have made it back on my own, directionally challenged as I am).
While riding the subway, trying to remain standing and not get squashed by the crush of people, pass out, or all of the above, I heard a voice, clear and hypnotic, singing a beautiful Italian melody.
“Who is that singing?” I asked Rebekah.
“It’s that gypsy over there,” she said. “And she’s not singing; she’s just begging for money.”
I searched for her, and finally find her. She was short, wore her dark hair gathered in a mass at the back of her head and secured with a clip, and had a baby strapped to her chest. As I stared, her eyes met mine. They were some of the most beautiful, piercing green eyes I had ever seen. I had to break her gaze, fearing I’d fall under some spell, but continued to watch as she began to make her way up the train, saying, “Scusate, scusate.” I didn’t want to believe that she might be stealing money from the train passengers she passed by, but that’s what gypsies are known for.
The last I saw of her was the back of her head, right as I was getting off the train, but I’ll never forget the green-eyed gypsy and her siren song…
Today was not quite as eventful for me. While the rest of my group headed out at 8 A.M. to begin a day of tours, I stayed in bed to try and catch up on some rest. I met the group at 1, and toured the Vatican Museum, the Sistine Chapel, and St. Peter’s Basilica. I must be on sensory overload right now, because even though everything was grand, beautiful and majestic, I can’t think of anything to say other than that. So, I will leave you with a few pictures.
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