We had a great ego boost this weekend in the form of dear friends telling us how much they loved reading this blog while we were in Rome. Sailing on those compliments, I will write a few words and throw some photos up to capture our final adventures in the lovely city we were fortunate to call “home” for a month.
Our first anniversary weekend was packed with activity, all on the hottest days of our entire time there! On Friday we metro/trained out to see the tomb of St. Josemaria Escriva, and were given a private tour of the Opus Dei headquarters. We got abysmally lost on the way home in an attempt to beat the train, which was only leaving every 30 minutes. Suffice it to say, it took us many more than 30 minutes to get to the next stop on foot… oops. Also, no pictures. Sorry!
Saturday… the day we conquered St. John Lateran (finally) and Catacombs! We succeeded in getting into and taking in the impressive sights in San Giovanni.
Afterwards, we had a sad lunch affair wherein we discovered the dismal truth that some Italians microwave frozen meals and call it food. It was a low on our Roman gastronomical journey for sure. Then we took a deep breath and headed back out in the heat o’ the day to metro and then catch a bus to the catacombs of St. Callistus. This is where the famous statue of St. Cecilia is displayed. We realized we’d both been before but oh well! The best part of the trip was that those catacombs are absolutely and blessedly chilly. Lucy, who was being such a trooper in that heat, loved finally getting a few minutes to cool off. Our tour guide had language issues, calling decay “degradation” and other such confusing things, but all in all, it was still amazing to see the ancient burial places. No photos were allowed here, so sorry again. After waiting 30 minutes in the direct heat for a bus that was supposed to come in 6, we were on our way home again, and decided to take a taxi directly home from the Piramide bus stop instead of metroing and walking the 25 minutes in such heat.
Finally, Sunday was our anniversary! We celebrated by attending a Mass at San Pietro. The line wasn’t too bad, and no matter what, it’s worth it. The Mass was beautiful, celebrated at the Altar of the Chair. The choir sang a few of our favorite polyphony pieces and since the Mass was celebrated mostly in Latin, it was definitely the one we understood and could follow the best.
The next day was our jaunt to Santa Marinella beach. On a more temperate day, I think this would’ve been a lovely trip. But Italian transportation is what it is, and the beach space is limited. And you pay through the nose for it. Lucy wasn’t thrilled to be so hot and sweaty and just couldn’t really get comfortable, so we didn’t end up staying too long. But long enough to dip her toes into the Mediterranean!