Arriving late in Rome
, I went straight to the hostel (located 5 minutes from the Colosseum). This was my first hostel of the trip and I didn't know what to expect. After getting confused again with addresses, thinking they had even numbers on one side and uneven numbers on the other side of the street, I walked all the way down the street to find out the hostel was just across the street from where I had started. Luckily a policeman was able to tell me that. I've gotten directions from a lot of policemen on this trip. I guess I feel more comfortable approaching them than other random people. By the time I reached the hostel a weird cough had begun, I thought it was allergies...
Tuesday, I visited Vatican City with a girl I met at my hostel, Victoria.
We spent the entire morning visiting the museums. After 3 hours we finally reached the Sistine Chapel. To be honest, I wasn't as impressed as I was hoping to be. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate the magnitude of it but it just didn't have the "wow" factor in my opinion. But I'm not a huge art lover. Whereas St Peter's Basilica made me say wow. To reach the top of the dome, you could either walk about 500 spiral, crooked, narrow steps for €5 or take an elevator half way and walk the other half for €7. I chose the first option. I was winded and dizzy by the time I reached the top, but it was worth it, the view was amazing. After visiting the Vatican and a couple of other sites, Victoria and I headed back to the hostel. I couldn't figure out why I was so tired at only 3pm.
But the fatigue would have to be put aside for now because it was St. Patrick's day. We celebrated at the hostel with some Peroni (disgusting Italian beer), chips and chocolate with our roommates and some of the staff. It was perfect.
Wednesday, Victoria and I were off to visit more random sites scattered across the city. But after only 4 hours of walking I was completely dead. Turns out I'm suffering from exhaustion. The big indicator being that I took a couple of naps and then finally passed out cold at 10pm while everyone else in the room was talking and laughing away.
The next morning I woke up still tired and with no voice, but this was my last day to see the Colosseum and I wasn't going to miss that. The Colosseum was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, while the Romans would just walk by it as if it wasn't there. I could have just sat there and stared at for hours. I wish I had gone to see it everyday that I was in Rome. But it was time to leave for Florence, where I could continue to practice my Italian. I think I know about 10 words, most of them I learned from signs in train stations.