First up, we were pretty devastated that the Pope was away at his summer house and not at the Vatican.
NOT REALLY. He looks like a creeper anyway.
NOT REALLY. He looks like a creeper anyway.
Keepin' hydrated.
Our super scary elevator.
This jerk cut in front of us in the line for tickets to the metro.
Vatican City
The three long lines (with a predicted 2.5 hour wait each), the scorching heat, and a lovely Irish man coerced us into paying 80 euro for a guided tour of The Vatican Museum, The Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's Basilica.
Once inside Vatican City, we immediately lost our guide and spent a good five minutes wandering around frantically trying to find him. The static fading in and out of our ear pieces as we got closer to him eventually led us in the right direction, thank goodness. The tour was very informative and allowed us to skip all of the lines, which was grand.
This guy is a big meanie. He killed thousands of animals.
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Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take any photos inside The Sistine Chapel and it was pretty ugly on the outside considering it was built as a military building, so we didn't take any photos. It was incredible though. Michelangelo was an amazing painter, even though he didn't want to be, and the result of his 10 years of hard work in the chapel produced such wonderful pieces of art.
While we were inside The Sistine Chapel, Evan said 'JESUS' as a way of expressing his awe at the paintings. He was standing next to our tour guide, so the microphone picked up what he said and transferred it to the 50 other people with earpieces. Awkward.
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St. Peter's Basilica
We cooked our own dinner tonight. Meaning Evan cooked it while Caitlyn watched and ate hers.
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