I've tried to remember my favorite Rome experiences and will share just a few.
The first might seem odd when compared to the others. More exciting than hearing about the gladiators and chariots and seeing the cathedrals....and on and on....
1. was the DRIVING in Rome! CRAZY!!! I was pinned to my seat on the bus, shrieking with all the enthusiasm of a terror ride at Lagoon (our local amusement park.) It is a total free-for-all with buses and taxis vying for position (not in any kind of lanes) with motorcyclers darting in and out. The roads are NARROW and filled with pedestrians and everyone is driving FAST! It was exhaustingly fun! (I was excited to see a bus named after our daughter. ) Pedestrians truly take their life into their own hands.
2. The Colosseum. I have dreamt of the Colosseum since I was young....not from gladiator movies....but from a short story I read when I was a young teenager. If you have never read Roman Fever by Edith Wharton....you might. It was sensuous reading for that time....and I've never forgotten it. It is the story of two best friends and one love interest. A major part of the story is a clandestine meeting in the Colosseum, late at night
Below are two pictures of the Colosseum. It was the largest amphitheatre in Rome. It could hold 50,000-87,000 people (depending on who you are talking to) but what I thought was fascinating is how it was designed that in the case of an emergency, the people could exit in a matter of minutes. (okay, here is a little trivia I can't resist sharing. Lately I have been interested into the meaning of words and names....and the passageways that allowed this quick exit is called vomitoria- which is Latin for rapid discharge. Guess what English comes from that same word....) During it's heyday, the Colosseum was used for gladiatorial contests, mock sea battles, animals hunts (the inaugural celebration killed 9,000 exotic animals in just a few day period) and executions. The huge productions were usually put on by politicians as a way to sway votes (they would entertain and feed people for free.) The basement layers are visible where they housed the animals and gladiators. All that very interesting but I was still caught up remembering the forbidden couple meeting in its corridors....sigh.


3- one of the next highlights had to do with the Spanish stairs. Not because I cared a bit about the Spanish stairs (but our guide thought we needed to see them.) The Spanish stairs were actually built and designed by the French to a French cathedral...but the Spanish embassy to the Vatican is next to it so people always refer to it as the Spanish stairs. (They are about 135 steps. Seemed like what we walked in Todi to find pizza.)
3- one of the next highlights had to do with the Spanish stairs. Not because I cared a bit about the Spanish stairs (but our guide thought we needed to see them.) The Spanish stairs were actually built and designed by the French to a French cathedral...but the Spanish embassy to the Vatican is next to it so people always refer to it as the Spanish stairs. (They are about 135 steps. Seemed like what we walked in Todi to find pizza.)
The reason why the Spanish stairs was a highlight is because of the older man below. His name is Gene, from Oregon and he was on the tour alone. He latched onto us the first day...and was constantly asking us to take his picture. At first we thought it was funny...then we became very attached to him and protective. He was quite delightful but hard of hearing....so he was constantly missing directions or instruction (and actually missed some of the tours because of it.) After a day of touring in Rome, he asked our local bus driver/tour guide why we hadn't been to St. Peter's Basilica and the Vatican. (Apparently Gene didn't hear we would be touring St. Peter's and the Vatican all the next day.) He said to the bus driver, "I think people would rather see St. Peter's than a bunch of old stairs!" David and I thought that was so funny. (I've been sad thinking of all the pictures and video he took without someone at home to look at all his adventures. I asked him once what was waiting for him at home ...and he said "lonliness.")

4-One of my VERY favorite sites was the Pantheon (meaning to every God.) It really was built to honor all Gods (saints and mythological gods as well.) It was built over 2,000 years ago and the dome is breathtaking. It is the world's largest unreinforced concrete dome (142 ft. high) and it has a hole, called an oculos in the top. That hole is the only source of light in the building and creates kind of a backwards sundial. When it rains, it rains down through the hole and drains in the floor of the building which has a gentle slope with drain holes. The cathedral is actually dedicated to St.Mary and many martyrs are buried there. The painter Raphael (of Ninja Turtle fame) is buried there as well. Absolutely beautiful.


floor drain in the middle of the beautiful marble floor
(I didn't take pictures of the artwork since I am a little skiddish about picture taking in museums. Remember how I was snapping pictures right and left in Paris....in the Van Gogh exhibit...oblivious to the "no picture taking" signs. There is a funny story about Gene snapping pictures in Egypt but I can't tell that now since I'm talking about Rome.)

and finally, 5- St.Peter's Basilica and the Vatican. The Sicilian Chapel was over the top, the artwork unbelievable, the crowds suffocating (and we were there "off season").....but the icing on the cake was this. It was on my bucket list. Something I never thought I would ever see.
Pietà - by Michelangelo. Years ago I used to be in a small poetry writing group with fabulous women. One, Nancy Hanks Baird- wrote a poem about this statue and the passion and love between a mother and her son. (the statue is of Mary holding Christ after the crucifixition.) Standing before the statue...remembering the emotion of Nancy's poem....was just surreal. (When Michelangelo finished the sculpture, he overheard someone giving credit to another sculptor....which made Michelangelo promptly carve his name across Mary's sash on her robe. It is Michelangelo's only signed sculpture.)

I would tell you more but already the tour guide is saying, "Hurray up. We have to hurry. There isn't time to see everything. There isn't time to dally."
and finally, 5- St.Peter's Basilica and the Vatican. The Sicilian Chapel was over the top, the artwork unbelievable, the crowds suffocating (and we were there "off season").....but the icing on the cake was this. It was on my bucket list. Something I never thought I would ever see.
Pietà - by Michelangelo. Years ago I used to be in a small poetry writing group with fabulous women. One, Nancy Hanks Baird- wrote a poem about this statue and the passion and love between a mother and her son. (the statue is of Mary holding Christ after the crucifixition.) Standing before the statue...remembering the emotion of Nancy's poem....was just surreal. (When Michelangelo finished the sculpture, he overheard someone giving credit to another sculptor....which made Michelangelo promptly carve his name across Mary's sash on her robe. It is Michelangelo's only signed sculpture.)
I would tell you more but already the tour guide is saying, "Hurray up. We have to hurry. There isn't time to see everything. There isn't time to dally."
Rome in two days is a whirlwind. No time to dawdle! (I DID love Rome but you know me and cattle. I'm a "non-herd" person. I wanted to "moo" a couple of times.)
