Eurotrip Day 11: Pentecost with Pope Francis

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After the night before’s threenager-induced terrible-fest, we abandoned all plans of getting to the 10am papal Mass in St. Peter’s Square super early.

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Eurotrip Day 10: Baby? No line.

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St. Joseph with the child Jesus, skipping the lines at the carpentry expo

Here’s the advice that’s going to help me make it big as a travel blogger: Bring your kids everywhere in Rome and what you miss out on in the areas of romantic dinners and full-night’s sleep, you make up for in skipping the whole line at the Vatican Museums.

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Eurotrip Day 9: A city of contradictions

And what about Rome? Rome is beautiful, Rome is ugly. Something about this city exacerbates contrasts, incongruities and contradictions, a Levi’s billboard rippling on the facade of a four-hundred-year-old church, a drunk sleeping on the tram in $300 shoes. Four mornings ago I watched a man chat with the baker for five minutes while a half dozen of us waited behind him then climbed into a Mercedes and tear off at fifty miles an hour. As if he had not a single second to spare.

 Anthony Doerr’s Four Seasons in Rome

 

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Our day in Rome started with a walk to the Vatican to see St. Peter’s Square for the first time. It is merely a block away from our AirBnB and it being the main event, we thought we’d start off our trip with a walk over. Out our window, we could hear pilgrims singing in the streets on their way to the Basilica to celebrate this weekend’s anniversary of the charismatic renewal.

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Eurotrip Day 6: Colleges, colleagues, collegiality

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Our friend Hannah said her dad once gave her an important piece of advice: never make any important decisions or evaluate your life the second or third day after crossing time zones. This, my friends, is good advice. We reached our low point this morning. Chris and I were cranky, Christopher got far too little sleep and was crazy, and Therese was up every two hours the night before. There was a barfing at breakfast situation (at home, thankfully) and I reached the point of despairing whether we had done something cruel to our children by bringing them on this trip.

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