After our trip to Asia in 2019, I remember asking our kids what the best part was. We had spent 2 months exploring remote villages, visiting animal shelters, riding tuk-tuks, weaving silk, paragliding, and countless other experiences that "should" have been a favorite memory. Each of them answered the same: Disney World in Hong Kong. It was then I realized that we each get to have our own experience, even when we're having the same experience. There is no should.
For the last week, my mom, Dylan, and I have been traveling around Italy on a tour with 30 other people and a guide named Marco. The "Italia Bella" tour by Tauck gently prodded us through the sites and streets of Rome, Orvieto, Florence, Pisa, and Venice. We saw sites dating back to BC. We walked over hundreds of tombs where saints and popes and artists were buried. I won't remember most of what I heard through the audio box that channeled the voices of local tour guides at each destination. But I will certainly remember a lot about this trip. Here it is - without the shoulds.
Rome
We arrived the day before our tour started, walked to the Coliseum, took some wrong turns through the archaeological ruins, and threw coins in the Trevi Fountain. We walked back to the hotel to nap. It was hot. So, so hot.
My mom began what would be a week-long recap of her 1967 European travels with her college friends. Not surprisingly, many of the 2,000 year old ruins haven't changed in the last 57 years. Nor has her ability to remember each and every detail of that trip.
We walked across the Tibre river to Trastevere (literally meaning "across the Tibre river"), a quaint area of narrow winding streets, graffiti'd walls, and bistros. We could have spent more time there but had to get back to start the tour by 2pm, which meant a taxi ride back to the hotel.
For the next few hours, we rode a bus around Rome. I learned that the Colosseum has (mostly) withstood earthquakes and vandalism. I marveled at the architectural ingenuity of the times. I appreciated the Romans' commitment to having a good time through sports, bathhouses, and lion fighting. I wondered if it was this hot in the 1500s. And what Galileo might have done about global warming.
We went to St. Peter's Basilica. I left there confused about the story of Christianity and who decided to make a Jewish guy the symbol of a new religion that would later fight against its own origins. I'll look that up when I get home.
The highlight of this city for Dylan, much like Disney World, was shopping at Brandy Melville. I think exploring something familiar in a place that is unfamiliar holds a special kind of intrigue. And so do tiny t-shirts that say Rome on them that will always bring her back to that epic double-story shopping dream.
For me, the highlight was a visit to the Sistine Chapel. Because Tauck is fancy, we were treated to a private after-hours tour of the Vatican. I will remember the majority of the Vatican for the stifling heat, even after the sun went down. There was also a lot of old art and tapestries but I was concentrating on breathing and minimizing the contact of my clothing on my skin.
But then we entered the Sistine Chapel. And it was air-conditioned.
It was also breathtaking. The colors and imagery and dimension and scale of this room were something I hadn't expected. Michelangelo really does live up to the hype. I sat for a long time trying to take in each portion, but it would take days or weeks to absorb it all. I kept thinking of that scene in Good Will Hunting where Robin Williams tells Matt Damon "I'll be you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel". It's one of those things that defies explanation. And of course, we weren't allowed to take pictures so I can't even try.
The next day we were off to Florence, by way of Orvieto...
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