Our high-speed train pulled into Rome late Tuesday afternoon, and we struggled to haul our luggage through the narrow, bumpy streets to our hotel. When we arrived, our room unfortunately reeked of cigarette smoke. Robby asked politely if there was another room we could stay in, and the hotel staff stunned us by moving us to the penthouse suite, which came complete with its own private rooftop terrace! Holy cow, the room was awesome (although the mattress was super hard!).
After checking out our room (I may have done some excited squealing!), we ventured out to take in the ruins of ancient Rome at sunset and have some pizza. Unfortunately, I think I tried to do too much that day, and had a bit of a meltdown/relapse after dinner.
I had mostly recovered by Wednesday morning, so we started our day with an ambitious walk toward the Vatican. Along the way, we saw the Trevi fountain and the Pantheon:
When we arrived at St. Peter’s, we were surprised to find that there was a huge event going on, with tens of thousands of people gathered on the plaza.
The massive crowds prevented us from seeing the Sistine Chapel (boo!), and it had started to rain, so we ducked into a nice little osteria for some pasta (sadly, it was the only pasta I had our entire time in Italy!). Because of the rain, we headed back to our hotel. We had planned to see the Colosseum that afternoon, but I was so wiped out by everything that I ended up sleeping the rest of the day and into the evening. I wasn’t about to leave Italy without having some gelato, though, so I begged Robby to find some for me, and that’s what I had for dinner.
The next morning (Thursday), we woke up early, ate a bunch of pastries at the hotel’s breakfast bar (yay!), and headed off to the train station to move on to the third and final leg of our European adventure–London!