When in Rome (Part 2)

   On the second day, we explored historical section of the city.  This statement is misleading, because centuries of buildings in the city can be seen from nearly any vantage point.  From old roads, markers, monuments, buildings from the past bleed through to modern day as the city grows around it... well, I think pictures are appropriate in this scenario!

Walking to the Colosseum gave us the ability to witness the remains of different periods of history.  It was absolutely brilliant for a history nut like me to view the remnants of the aqueducts and marvel at the various remains.

First, we explored the Forum of Augustus which was built in 2 B.C.  It was the area for trials, arranged with a grand sections for Roman citizens and a smaller one for foreigners, the latter of which is ironically captured in the section directly below me in the photo.

The lines for the Colosseum was long, but I encountered two other exchange students from South Carolina!  It was USC, actually, but even though I grew up on the doorstep of Clemson University, I did not hold it against them.  Exchange students need a broad, accepting outlook on all people, no matter their preferred football team.

 After a bit of a wait, we finally procured our tickets and made out way into the Colosseum!  There were people available to help with directions and tickets in multiple languages, but we quickly discovered it was easier for the whole to take advantage of the exchange student with native English to handle appeals.  It was more difficult to find someone who spoke French, whereas the city had adapted to the many English-speaking tourists.  The reputation of English-speaking tourists is infamous, but I will propose that not all of the people speaking English are actually using their first language!  It seems to be a popular language to learn and use for travel.  I'll stop this tangent before it devolves into a chicken-or-the-egg debate of whether many people learn English as another language combined with native English lead to the frequent use of English for international tourism, or whether they chose to learn English because so many native English speakers traveled and places adapted.

Let's set the scene.  The weather is a clear, warm Italian day different than the bone-deep chilly days in Belgium for the past few weeks.  I'm standing in a historical location that has taken on mythical proportions in my mind.  We've finally entered through the overreaching arches and trekked up the stone stairs into the walled hall running around the standing portion of the Colosseum.  The featured exhibits are in English and Italian, but my host family allowed me to go through while they took pictures. The subject was the history of reading, specifically how it evolved to reading for pleasure and libraries in the ancient world, and libraries in the ancient world. My host family graciously let me geek out through the exhibit, possibly removing themselves from the situation and preserving the appearance of not being of any relation to me as I drooled obsessed giggled examined the artifacts.  If I have ever met you in person, then you know it was the perfect topic for my interests. It was surreal to be walking through a museum, examining the ancient tablets and scrolls in the protective cases, and know, if it was possible, the entire building deserved to be in one, too.

We made our way to the center of the Colosseum to view the interior.  With a little patience, we eventually made it to the railings to be able to regard the structure.

 The ground and third level were only accessible to people with an English or Italian tour group, but I enjoyed taking my time through the museum exhibit.

     Twice my host family was taken advantage of because we (alright, they, but I was trying!) were speaking French.  The first time occurred on the second day after the Colosseum.  We were trying to enter the gardens but it was clear admittance required a ticket.  I had not closely inspected my ticket after receiving it to get in the Colosseum, though the information was printed in small print English and Italian on the back.  At the ticket office, my host parents spoke French while I waited with my host sister, and we all were under the impression it required a separate ticket for admittance to get into the gardens based on the conversation with the person at the ticket counter.  We had stressed that we had already purchased our ticket for admittance for the Colosseum, but were instructed to buy a different ticket.  We bought the ticket from the teller, but realized it was exactly the same as our earlier ticket.  We called the teller again and my host parents explained and requested a refund in French while I waited with my host sister.  The woman asked us to follow her in French a few steps over from the office, but we had to go through the admittance.  She scanned the new tickets and we went through the bars while she stood behind them.  It was at this point she started talking in English saying the tickets had already been used.  I started carrying the conversation myself, and asked for a refund.  The teller explained (in English, not the French she had used earlier) that if the tickets hadn't been scanned for admittance, then they could have provided a refund, but because the serial number had been marked in the database, the tickets could not be resold and would not be refunded.  When my host parents tried to speak with the teller, she only responded in English from this point forward, though the teller became flustered when she realized I was fluent.  After the teller had viewed our original tickets, convinced my host parents to buy duplicates, and led us through the admittance when seeking help, we did not get a refund.  I would suggest to any future travelers booking tickets in advance through reputable websites and handing affairs in Italian or English when making arrangements in Rome.

    Despite our issues with the tickets, the ruins were striking and grand.

The birds, too, were willing to strike a pose.

Despite any troubles, it was a brilliant second day!  I am so incredibly thankful to have this opportunity thanks to Rotary and my generous host family!

An Evening in Roma... Part 1

      It is a known fact that my host family is incredibly kind and generous to me.  Read any of my blog entries and the effusive praise is only a slight indicator of how amazing they really are.  They welcome me in their home, endure my massacre of their native tongue, try to understand my stuttering comments, correct me, feed me delicious family recipes, and invite me with them on family vacations.

   The Belgian school year has more holidays than what I am used to, and I will not complain when it presents opportunities to travel with my host family.

   We went to Rome, Italy!

      We left from Brussels International for a 7:30 AM flight to Rome in order to arrive about 9:30 AM.  This was very optimistic after the evening at themed dinner Friday night about a Belgian singer.  It is possible, I can testify, to sleep through anything on a plane.

This is what I call the 'Imagining Exchange Life' photo.  It is more or less the perfect image of what I think we typically look like on trips.  Packing a life for the next year teaches one how to downsize.   I've got five days of essentials in the blue Rotary bag!  Note the jacket, glasses, water bottle, practical tiny purse that conveniently holds a dictionary, notebook, assorted maps, tickets, train passes, writing utensils, aged American mints, a camera, and probably the TARDIS somewhere in its depths.

  In Rome, I took the metro for the first time to downtown, where we made out way to the hotel.  It was disorienting going through a large demonstration of protesters dressed in red, but it seemed civil and we passed through the crowd without any problems.  My fellow exchange student from 7750 and great friend, Morgen, is completing her exchange in Italy this year.  She warned me protests are very frequent in Rome over Skype.  This was normal for the city.  Apparently the spirit of expression of discontent from the citizens is still alive and well in Rome today!

We ate at a tiny Italian restaurant we found off one of the main streets after exploring for a bit that night.  Near the center of the shopping region, a street or two over from the tourist shops, this was one of two restaurants that had a French menu for my host family.  Unsurprisingly, all spoke Italian, and catered to visitors with menus also available in English.

This is the first of many pasta dishes in Italy.

   Rome is absolutely filled with breathtaking cathedrals and magnificent churches.  We examined and contemplated marvelous, centuries-old buildings and works of art.

From the smooth floors, the ornate banisters, marvelous paintings, detailed sculptures, to gilded ceilings, the churches were grand!  

   Prepare for many photos!  

Here I will put a confession:  I forgot to mark the path of our journey.  Next time, I need to take a picture of the entrance or one of the informational signs in order to mark which church holds the object of my photographs.

The grand fountain was, sadly covered due to renovations, but people could walk past it over the where the water usually is and take pictures!

   It was interesting having so many different statues everywhere.  

I don't think it's possible to appreciate how difficult it is to find a statue fully clothed in Rome for a photo.  They can have halos, togas, robes, crowns, tridents and even battle serpent creatures, but only if they are at least partially in the nude.

This one seemed sassy to me.  He's on a street corner overlooking a busy intersection, just holding his sword but not particularly inspired to do anything with it.  He's even got attitude-pose, with his legs slightly bent and hips and an angle.  How did he end up on the side of a building? 'This is my city! If they think they can give that building a face lift, I'll tell you, I was here during the last face off! It was a ruin then! Even Nero thought it would be a superfluous expense of wealth to renovate!  Does anyone listen to me?'  The answer is no, because you are a statue, and I spending too long waiting at a stoplight breeds fictitious conversation.

The first day, we viewed the three fountains in a plaza before searching for the restaurant.

 Between my host father and I, we probably have twenty photos of this plaza.  However, to post on the blog, it's come down to three photos taken at the right angle to hide... certain aspects...

One of the delights of travelling is to discover all the nuances that hadn't been reported about the location.  In my attempt to leave my mark on the reputation of Roma, I will report an obvious secret that has been overlooked for too long....

Birds are everywhere!  From the streets, to the alcoves, and especially on the statues, pigeons claim the city as their own also.  Perhaps they are searching for historically valuable roosts the same way we many prize property values.  Perhaps the stone is a different temperature than the trees.  Maybe I spent a little too long waiting in lines to ponder the residential priorities of birds and wondering if they follow the same pattern every year when migrating.  

On closer inspection of the photos, I'm annoyed at my skills of deduction for not supplying my imagination with all the birds when picturing Rome.  The statues looked remarkably clean, considering the number of winged-beasts through out the Eternal City.
IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH NUMBERS AND THINGS BEING ODD (Dad) DO NOT LOOK AT THE PHOTO BELOW.  MOST CERTAINLY, DO NOT COUNT THE COLUMNS.

 It was wonderful being able to wander from sight to sight and walk in ornately decorated churches!

 I was able to see the Pantheon!  The crowd inside and around it was typical of most churches.

     From the time I was a child, my favorite part of any trip was to wander and discover an attraction not on the map.  The first day, I spotted an exhibit for Leonardo Da Vinci.  He has always been a historical figure who fascinated me, so I asked my host parents if we could view the exhibit of some of his various inventions brought to life.  Lise said it was her favorite part of the trip!  I think a crucial part of the soul of an exchange student is the desire to wander and find new things.

  The first day concluded with a lovely Italian meal before preparing for the second day in the Eternal City!