It seemed like no one was out around town today so we got to do a whole lot of stuff. First stop was San Luigi di Francesi. Fausto told us at breakfast that we should try to stop to see the Caravaggio’s in there. It was an absolutely awesome church aside from the paintings, but they also were awesome.
After the church, we checked out the Pantheon. We sort of weren’t sure where we were or if we were in the right place and out of nowhere pops this huge round building. I was completely taken aback by the pantheon. It was awesome. We got our pictures made with Raffaelle’s tomb. The oculus was so much bigger than I had imagined or seen in photographs. The place was simply huge and magnificent. Built in 27 A. D. mind you.
After the Pantheon we crossed back into the old section of town to see the piazza narona with the Bernini statue in it. There was this old naked crinkly woman sitting there. UGH EW BARF.
Thereafter, we went into the Capitoline Museum. There we saw dying Gaul, Constantine, and Marcus Aurelius. I liked that museum. Constantine had a gigantic ass bronze and marble statue for himself. I like how it’s all about the Christianity, yet Christ was never that big in statues out in the middle of Rome.
After the Capitoline Museum, we headed out for the Bocca della Verita to see the famous statue. However, in fashion of Romans, it was being restored and you couldn’t get close enough to see the thing. Julie and I were highly upset. Clearly, I must return here in order to see my statue.
We walked down past the Circus Maximus after the disappointment. The Circus Maximus was just a little stretch of dirt track. I wish there had been a sign explaining what it used to look like and indicating the location of important landmarks that were around back in the day. But it was still excessively cool to be there.
We then decided to go have lunch at the restaurant where we’d eaten the first afternoon with Fausto. We got there and the crotchety waiter that we’d had shoved a menu right under my elbow which was supporting the entire weight of my head. Jerk.
Julie and I ordered the menu turistico as well as a bottle of wine. We had the craziest waiter ever named Massimo. He kept touching me and when I paid the check with my credit card, he decided it’d be fun to keep yelling my name at me in the same condescending voice that he said "si" to all my questions. Weirdo crackhead.
We decided that after three glasses of wine each, we were too blitzed to do anything else, and really all we wanted to do was see a church or two and the Veneto Via. So we began the long trek back to the hotel for some siesta time. The plan was to return out to the Via Veneto, but that plan never did materialize.
We stopped by a record store on the way back to see what they had. Julie was looking for the salsa I ballai song and non ha paura. She never could find it. She’s gonna look for it tomorrow at the airport by singing the songs to the employees at the store. I bought an Alex Britti cd who I think is the guy I heard that night in Mauri’s car that I really liked. At any rate, I know that it’s famous or something because there are billboards and MTV ads about it. I think I’d like it anyway, but it’s comforting to know that other people like it.
After our showers, Julie and I were too tired to make it back out and switch busses twice. It would’ve been too much trouble and all we really were gonna do was window shop. So instead we walked around close to the hotel and got some gelato.
An hour later, we took taxis out to a little restaurant in Trasvestere. It was good. Once again I went for the menu turistico. Nothing to write home about, but it was definitely Italian food. I had way too much starch tonight. I also got the strongest coffee ever made. By the time dinner was over, it was too late to make it to "La maschera e il volto." So, we just hung out a little longer at the restaurant.
Fausto suggested that we all go out to the piazza parona and get gelato. When we finally made it (it was quite the hike to get out there), there was a market. I got a chance to do some last minute shopping that I thought I had missed out on. I got all the cousin a little gift, and a little something for myself. I was excited because I had on my Italian shirt, shoes, and bought a bracelet and ring to go with my Italian necklace. I pretty much got a chance to get all the souvenirs I wanted for myself besides for a guru shirt and sunglasses which I obviously can live without since I’ve been living without them for a month in Italy.