I hate waiting in lines
Vatican City Travel Blog› entry 9 of 22 › view all entries
If I had known how much time would be spent waiting in lines today, I would have taken some anti-cranky pills first. We got off the metro and walked over to the Vatican Museum, surprised to already see a line forming considering the museum didn't open for another 20 minutes. So we got in line and slowly moved forward. Eventually we turned the corner and were dismayed to find the line extended another block! Slowly, slowly we moved forward and turned another corner. We still weren't there yet, but we could at least see the entrance.
We had two destinations in mind, the Sistine Chapel (of course) and the paintings room. We toured the paintings first and saw a lot of famous paintings and frescoes, and some very nice but not so famous ones.
At last we made it to the Sistine Chapel and found out where everybody went that was ahead of us in line. It was packed but we found a place to stop and stare. It was not at all what I expected. You always picture the scene where God is reaching out to touch Adam's finger. But it was so much more than that. Most frescoes are a single large painting over the entire ceiling depicting a few scenes.
After a few minutes of sweating and craning our necks, we decided to move on. When we left we noticed the line to get in to the museum was about 4 blocks long. Yikes! Good thing we came when we did! We stopped for lunch at a little sidewalk cafe before moving on to St. Peter's Basilica.
It shouldn't have been a surprise, but it was. The line for St. Peter's extended 3/4 of the way around the circular plaza. Grumbling, we cut across the circle to pick up the end of the line, only to our dismay it was not the end of the line.
On the way to the door we noticed a sign depicting the dress code. At first glance, I noticed the first girl's leg was missing, so I commented that if you are missing a leg you are not allowed in the church. And then we looked closer and figured out it was the dress code. We got up to the door and noticed two lines, one for the crypt and one for the cupola. Which one did we want? I thought the cupola was the dome and I didn't really feel like waiting in line some more just to go to the top of the dome.
And that was probably a mistake. The line for the crypt was not really a line because no one really wanted to go see the crypt anyway. We wandered through the tombs of past popes. Not being Catholic, this didn't mean a lot to me. I was bummed that we wasted so much time and didn't get to see anything. I just wanted to see the inside of the church. I still don't know what the line was for - if it was to go up the dome or to just get in. We probably would have spent another hour in line, but I was so crabby I just wanted to get out of there.
On the way out, Michele decided we should use the bathroom and guess what? It had a line! So we waited another 20 minutes in line and I figured I might as well go, too. And I'm so glad I did because otherwise I wouldn't have had the opportunity to use a squatter toilet on this trip. Oh wait, I guess I could have gone with out that. I'm used to squatting in the woods (for work) and not used to aiming like that. Oh well, add it to the list of experiences. Now off to finish parts of Rome that we missed the other day.