As Paul so often wrote to his followers in the far flung regions of the world I too am preparing to write a diatribe towards those proverbial saints. Mostly I am tired of the world. That is right tired of the world I can totally understand why people stay in there tiny apartments and never leave them. The world is a big confusing and difficult to navigate place. As much as I love Europe nothing makes any sense to me, I can barely understand the maps and I am mostly just lost all the time. For example today I bought a ticket for Florence (firenzi) here and when the train made that stop I asked the lady if this was the main station she said this is Firenzi de campo, see in Germany you only want to get off at the main train stations or you can literally wind up at a train station in the middle of field next to nothing for freakin miles, so I did not get off the train. In Italy they only make one stop per city so yours truly was trapped on the train for another hour and wound up in Bologna, yes that is a real place, decided not to stay since the guide book mention 3 bus bombings in a ten year span in Bologna. Instead bought another train ticket heading back to Florence YEAH!! Incompentence of the traveler. My primary concern at this moment is a actually the fact that I have no idea where I am sleeping tonight which is also awesome for those who are fans of American girls getting robbed on park benches. I sincerely hope there is some room at the Inn.
Not to mention the fact that I am totally alone meaning that I go for literally days without talking to someone who knows me. In a way it is liberating to be completely anonymous and met entirely new people constantly refining how you identify yourself, and you realize what it is that really sets you apart from other people. On the other hand there is no emotional investment, no one REALLY cares, there is no friendship that is full of deep understanding, and since often your meeting people who will soon scatter again across the globe the relationship is just as fleeting.
Rome can be described in a few words, ancient, eternal, ironic, violent and SHOPPING!! I loved that part. Rome is a city that spans since Before Christ and is a fascinating mix of ruins cobbled with a modern city. Ironic fact one: the feral cats in Rome where granted citizenship under Mosilini since they were actually released by an ancient Roman Emporer, he is big into the rediscovery of ancient Roman roots, to deal with the rat problem since then over 800,000 cats chill out all over the city and the oldest site of Temples in Rome is a cat sactionary. Anywho, I did a lot of what your expected to do in Rome I visited the Vatacain saw the Sistine Chapel, which is huge and the most crowded room in the whole of Italy I feel. My favorite part was the finger of God touching Adam bringing life into him., Also God has a pretty great butt and Jesus a nice set of abs according to Michelangelo’s renderings. Interesting fact two, MichealAngelo can not paint CHICS seriously I have seem some beautifully rendered female forms in marble and in fresco his look like dudes with breasts just hanging off their frame. The men are things of beauty with perfectly sculpted muscles. So that is pretty much awesome. I went on 3 tours from my hostel I saw the slut fountain a fountain designed by Bernini to look like the Pope’s niece spreading her legs with the family crest as the clitorious. It is also a drinking fountain, in Rome they have fountains just scattered about and everyone is constantly refilling their water bottles and drinking from them. So the slut fountain has a stream from the center of her legs that people have been drinking out of for like 500 years.
Also saw a church that was totally full of bones, that is right bones the Cupicin (side note they were white hats and brown robes much like a capacino) monks changed monastaries and when they did so they had to bring the bodies of the former monks with them and instead of reburying them in a nice catacomb they made chandeliers, chapels and rerrected skeletons with partially decomposed monks around these chambers. The very last room house three tiny reassembled skeletons over a sign that reads “As you are we once were and as we are so shall you be.” In other words YOU ARE GOING TO DIE SOMEDAY BUDDY. Spooky right? I thought so to, but in a way it is a poignant message all be it meladramatic, with the mounds of bones, but death is an inevitability and perhaps facing it with courage and caution towards are present action is better approach then our present “let’s pretend no one will ever die” policy.
So I am now in Firenzi-Ciao for now, much more to come.
Also I visited St. Peter’s Bassiliaca which is erected over the bones of Peter Jesus’s apostle and the first Pope. The chapel is gorgeous it is adorned with 2/3 of the marble stripped from the Great Collesium it also houses MichealAngelos first masterpiece Christ in the supin position after his cruxifiction across the lap of the Madonna. It is the only work he ever signed. Since no one believed it was his work. The church has a huge half dome like the pantheon but it is smaller by 1 meter. This masterpiece (the parathenon) is massive each column weighs 100 tons like ten cars for each the only way to erect them is pulling them up by Elephants which would not seem so bad but they came from Egypt NOT Rome. Which just shows that the Romans don’t due it unless it is over the top and completely unnecessary.
The temple was meant to be for all the pagan gods and now it is a concecrated catholic church just like the Collesium which used to house the games that slayed Christians literally tens of thousands of Christians in fact.
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