Our “Holy Day.” The morning was spent in the Vatican and Vatican Museum. Whoever designed the museum was a genius – in order to reach the Sistine Chapel, you must walk through a mile or two (not an exaggeration) of halls and rooms brimming with other exhibits. Gorgeous surroundings, but you can’t help but feel a bit like a cattle being herded through the building, and by the time you reach the so-called holy grail, all you really want is to be away from all the people crushing around you! Ty glanced up for 2 seconds. I forced him to linger a bit longer. No pictures allowed, unfortunately.
The afternoon was reserved for the Castel St. Angelo – aka “The Pope Prison” according to my brother. But before that, we sought out the best cannoli I’ve ever eaten, Nutella flavored. (side note- there seems to be no peanut butter in Europe, it’s all Nutella. Not that I’m complaining).
Lunch was a simple affair in the Vatican Museum of salad, bread, and yogurt. Dinner was Spaghetti Carbonara and roasted vegetables at (you guessed it) Re Artu. I’d never had Carbonara before and discovered that I don’t much like the alcoholic aftertaste of the sauce, but it was still more-than-edible once I got used to it.