Thursday afternoon I pulled on a skirt, and a new pair of heels. I was going to mass at the Vatican. The Hamilton College choir has been on a tour of Italy-and now they were performing at St. Peter's Cathedral. Lindsay and I headed over to the Vatican, gossiping and getting the stink-eye from Italians who couldn't believe that we weren't wearing heavy coats, what with the chilly temperature of 65 degrees.
Now I'm not a complete idiot. I wore flip-flops for the walk. But before we went in the gates, I switched to nude peep-toed stilettos.
Here's a tip-marble floors + stiletto heels = pain.
As my feet and legs were in agony, I was stunned by the sheer talent of the choir. I've heard them before, of course, but now hearing them again in Italy? Wow, I mean WOW. I was so so so proud of them.
Friday brought the arrival of my friend Hannah-I took her on a walk through the Villa Borghese, to the Trevi Fountain for gelato, to Piazza Navona for more gelato, to a bakery for Nutella Donuts, and back to my little apartment. It was wonderful to see her- we also saw a group of choir members walking back from the Vatican.
To have Hamilton and Rome combine for a couple of days was surreal to say the least. But it was also awesome. It reminded me that even though Rome is awesome and I'm going to be sad to leave it, Hamilton is waiting for me to come back. Plus, last time I checked we still didn't have any marble floors, meaning that my heels & I should be good to go.
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