If Florence is like drinking a frothy cappuccino with cocoa powder dusted on the whip, then Rome is like guzzling fourteen energy drinks, and then crushing the can on your forehead.
First, it's officially July so the amount of tourists in Rome are tenfold compared to my initial arrival in Italy in early June. Second, there is SO MUCH to see. By the end of my solo-touring days, my limbs would be buzzing as if I did a seven hour spin class.
In other news, my Nonna begged me to go "see the Pope" and I didn't actually think I would "see him" but apparently every Sunday there is the possibility that he will come to some window and perform a blessing. The crowd was enormous, and filled the entire Piazza San Pietro. The sun was relentless, and I managed to hang with a family who had those little tourist umbrellas that I usually mock, but this time, I appreciated stealing some shade.
Whether or not I believe in the mania of Pope nation, I thought "Papa Francesco" as the Italians call him was really sweet, and while I could only make out every sixth word he said, he seemed really humbled by the crowd.
Below are some photos! Enjoy. x
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