Day 2: Rome- Visiting the Pope.

So we woke up in our tiny Italian flat of perfection and decided that today would be a marvllous day to visit the Pope. We put on our finest garments and make ourselves look presentable.

We hop skip and jump down our stairs and into the street to find that it is actually pouring down with rain. Well pouring is an exaggeration but the heavens have opened…it’s as if God knows that we are making the pilgrimage to the Vatican and wants to put us off! Bloody God!

Camille runs upstairs to grab the umbrella that I so luckily packed and we make our way for some breakfast. I eat eggs, Camille keeps things French with her croissant and we fill our tummies up for a long day of sight seeing.

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Our first stop of the day is where we ended last night on the ghost tour- the Castle Saint Angello. The place where all the gals and fellas used to get executed…lovely stuff. I have always thought that when you travel with someone you learn an awful lot about them! Well I quickly learnt that Camille is awful at umbrella sharing and holding and even though it is my umbrella she refuses to give it up. So I have to end up splashing the cash on the most delightful poncho that makes me look a little like a marshmallow. Cheers Camille.

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I strut my stuff in the poncho of dreams and we join the queue. It moves quickly and we only get a little soggy! We finally get into the castle and have fun pretending to fire catapults, explore the rooms that Pope’s used to live in when under threat and looking over all of Rome as this pad has some cracking views.

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Camille can’t get enough of the sculptures!

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Hello Mr Seagull!

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Castle done. We begin our pilgrimage to Vatican City. Man this place is beautiful. Camille nearly kills herself by running into a road, that “she didn’t realise was a road”…but must have been the busiest road we have seen yet in the whole of Rome. Idiot. We are told by a lovely chap that the queue will take around an hour. Luckily the rain had stopped so it doesn’t make the experience too unbearable. Due to some tactical queue reshuffling we get through security in half an hour and make our way to climb up into the Dome.

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There are 560 steps to the top and we climb up all of them. These aren’t just normal steps. They are spirally and as they are going up into the dome you have to walk learning at a 45 degree angle to the right. I didn’t get scared at all but Camille cried the whole way up because a) she is a baby and b) she is unfit. I hold her hand and sing her songs….she didn’t really cry, but she looked like she could have.

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We make it to the top a little hotter and find that we are literally standing on top of all of Rome. The views are beyond beautiful and even though it is a moody grey sky up above it doesn’t make it look any less prettier but way more dramatic. Exploring the heights of Rome was fun but after half an hour we decide to go hunt the PopLI e down in the actual churchy bit. We start our decent which is a tad scary and half way down we discover a post office. We write and send postcards home and post them in the special yellow Vatican postboxes…oooo fancy.

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We eventually make it to the bottom and start to explore the inners of this place. It is super beautiful. I don’t understand much of what things are meant to mean and represent but it was fun photo bombing lots of different people, tricking Camille into believing that the figure inside the glass coffin is an actual dead body, pretending that every religious person we see is the Pope and trying to work out why there is a gal and guy in their wedding clothes sat on one of the church seats….pews I think they are called.

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We realise that we have once again missed lunch and our tummies start to rumble for gelato so we make an exit and make the proper pilgrimage back to our fave gelato spot. I try new flavours-coconut and wild cherry. You must, I repeat must, try wild cherry gelato..it’s a game changer. Camille gets very adventurous by trying one new flavour. She goes for one scoop of choc chip and one scoop of strawberry. That girl is like Bear Grylls.

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With achy feet and hands full of the best gelato in town we decide to head back to our apartment for a little sit down and to freshen up for dinner this evening.

We try the restaurant across the road and both have bruschetta to start, and then demolish some pasta…when in Rome and all that jazz. I have a glass of wine and let Camille have a sip. She then gets a little wavy and starts dancing uncontrollably when some street musicians start performing. This place is adorable and we sit outside and watch the people go past for a good hour or two.

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What a perfect soggy second day in bella Rome. Tomorrow things are going to get a little more Ancient Roman. We have our togas ready.

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