Pictures: Miya with St. Peter's in the back, Spanish Steps, where we got breakfast, St. Peter's at night, and breakfast at St. Peter's Square. Enjoy!
Ciao tutti! So today's weather was equivalent to a wet and sad panda's face. In other words, it was raining for the first time of our stay in Roma. We woke up and went to find some breakfast. We were thinking about getting some pastries but we passed by this deli near our hotel and figured that we should give it a try. It's basically a hole-in-the-wall deli, and it had to be legit. We went in and spent a long time trying to figure out what we wanted and how to say it in Italian. This is what we got: bread+salami+mortadella (a type of meat)+provolone cheese+pesto sauce= a satisfying breakfast. We took our foods and walked to St. Peter's Square and ate it there. The pigeons and seagulls attacked us like the beaches of Normandy, but the biggest difference between the two battles was that there were no casualties in the Battle of Pigeons and Jason and Miya's Breakfast (although i got to kick some pigeons in the face-- don't call the animal rights services!!). All in all, a very nice experience.
We lined up and went into St. Peter's Basilica (is that what she said?) and it was such an amazing experience (thats what she said). We busted out our tourist books and read up on some facts and history of some of the artwork/paintings/sculptures that we admired. We noticed a lot of Italians kneeling and praying to the different Popes that were buried there. Especially the latest Pope John Paul II who passed away 4 years ago. We were really amazed and humbled to be at such a sacred and holy place, for we got to see the resting place of St. Peter the Apostle (his bones were only about 20 feet from us) as well as all the other Popes who have passed away. We also got to touch his feet. Now before you think that we actually opened up his grave and rubbed his actual feet (that are now bones), we actually went to a very sacred bronze statue of him and his right foot was slightly extended so that admirers could touch/rub/caress his feet. I (jason) will never wash my right hand ever again. Until dinner.
Then it began to drizzle as we headed towards the Spanish Steps. There were some extremely obnoxious Italian teenagers and all they did was whistle loudly through their teeth and it made a high-pitched noise that drove us up the wall. It sounded like a dying seal. Miya wants to point out that they whistled not at her but just to be obnoxious and to get attention. It began to rain a bit more so we decided to make our way back to our hotel. We stopped by a kebob place because Jason was hungry and getting grumpy. We finally went back to our room and watched Slumdog Millionare which Miya so gracefully pirated off of the internet. Then, as always, Miya fell asleep and Jason listened to an Italian Podcast on his iphone. After a few hours of intense boredom, we finally got out to eat some dinnah.
We went to the Wine Bar that we mentioned in our first blog, the one that smelled really good (of lasagna). It wasn't actually really all that good. We also each ordered a cocktail and Jason got tipsy off of one drink (he got Midori Illusion--Midori+Vodka+Triple Sec+Pineapple Juice, while Miya got a Bellini-- Peach+Prosecco, which was created in Venice). We walked around and Jason stopped at another Kebob place because he is fat and hungry. We made our way back to St. Peter's Square, where the lights were lit and there were very few tourists. It definitely had a very different feel at night.
Tomorrow we will be going to our school in Rome for our first day of orientation. Jason is already ahead of the game because he's oriental.
what?
Highlights so far:
1. No one has cat called/hit on Miya... yet
2. Food is amazing
3. Exploring is amazing
4. Rome is amazing
Non-Highlights/Sucky things
1. It rained
2. Dog poop everywhere
3. Cigarette Butts everywhere
4. The Pope is not everywhere
5. We are still scared of sketchy people
6. Miya is extremely chicken when crossing the road
7. Language barrier
8. Indians everywhere, selling us useless things, like broken umbrellas
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