June 9
After another lovely breakfast in our room we headed out in search of the bus that would take us on a tour around Rome. We were just rounding a corner onto a main street, wondering where we would go from there, when I spotted it sitting at the stop almost as if waiting just for us. We paid our dues and climbed up to the top level for maximum city viewing. The bus took us around Vatican city, the rough audio guide spewing facts and dates into our ears through the neon plastic earbud hea
dphones. Buildings and monuments, fountains and piazzas, all around the city we rode. When we arrived at the coliseum stop, we gathered our belongings in a hurried manner and with one last look around to make sure that nothing of vital importance was left behind, we hopped off the bus. What a sight. Nanny had to stop and sit down so she could “take it all in” When she had finished that we walked around it and finally found an entrance. That was probably the fastest moving line we’ve been in this entire vacation, although it was pretty long. I have noticed that while we were in Paris many of the museums let people under eighteen in for free, and seniors had a discount. However here in Italy, you have to be a resident of Europe to receive discounts; otherwise you just have to suck it up and pay full price. The floor of the stadium was smaller than I has thought, and it was appeared to be a maze of half walls, overgrowth, and ruins. After walking all around the bottom floor I valiantly climbed the dauntingly steep stairs to the second floor. Nanny only made it half way up and decided that she would just wait for me there. I don’t blame her. The assent was sloped and the stairs were large and every step felt like you might get pushed off the edge and go rolling down faster than Jack and Jill. Once out of the stairwell the view was even better than from the first floor. The land surrounding the amphitheater was quite a sight as well. After making the rounds I climbed back down the stairs and exited the famous roman landmark. We decided to walk around more and went up a road that led to a small chapel. Tired and sundried, we headed back for the bus, which we rode back to the familiar area surrounding the hotel, and had a nice lunch of sandwiches. We took a rest at the hotel and then decided to go in hunt of a supermarket. We had two ask about three different people as to where exactly it was located, but eventually we found it and purchased cheese, crackers, more cheese, some fruit and wine. Lugging it home was quite the exercise and by the time we arrived in our room it was a struggle just to sit down fast enough. We napped for a while and then had a simple but filling dinner of our hard earned supermarket booty. We have decided it to call it a night early so as to be revitalized for tomorrow.
After another lovely breakfast in our room we headed out in search of the bus that would take us on a tour around Rome. We were just rounding a corner onto a main street, wondering where we would go from there, when I spotted it sitting at the stop almost as if waiting just for us. We paid our dues and climbed up to the top level for maximum city viewing. The bus took us around Vatican city, the rough audio guide spewing facts and dates into our ears through the neon plastic earbud hea
dphones. Buildings and monuments, fountains and piazzas, all around the city we rode. When we arrived at the coliseum stop, we gathered our belongings in a hurried manner and with one last look around to make sure that nothing of vital importance was left behind, we hopped off the bus. What a sight. Nanny had to stop and sit down so she could “take it all in” When she had finished that we walked around it and finally found an entrance. That was probably the fastest moving line we’ve been in this entire vacation, although it was pretty long. I have noticed that while we were in Paris many of the museums let people under eighteen in for free, and seniors had a discount. However here in Italy, you have to be a resident of Europe to receive discounts; otherwise you just have to suck it up and pay full price. The floor of the stadium was smaller than I has thought, and it was appeared to be a maze of half walls, overgrowth, and ruins. After walking all around the bottom floor I valiantly climbed the dauntingly steep stairs to the second floor. Nanny only made it half way up and decided that she would just wait for me there. I don’t blame her. The assent was sloped and the stairs were large and every step felt like you might get pushed off the edge and go rolling down faster than Jack and Jill. Once out of the stairwell the view was even better than from the first floor. The land surrounding the amphitheater was quite a sight as well. After making the rounds I climbed back down the stairs and exited the famous roman landmark. We decided to walk around more and went up a road that led to a small chapel. Tired and sundried, we headed back for the bus, which we rode back to the familiar area surrounding the hotel, and had a nice lunch of sandwiches. We took a rest at the hotel and then decided to go in hunt of a supermarket. We had two ask about three different people as to where exactly it was located, but eventually we found it and purchased cheese, crackers, more cheese, some fruit and wine. Lugging it home was quite the exercise and by the time we arrived in our room it was a struggle just to sit down fast enough. We napped for a while and then had a simple but filling dinner of our hard earned supermarket booty. We have decided it to call it a night early so as to be revitalized for tomorrow. 
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