Dazey Miller

After my lovely time in Paris I spent a delicious week in Rome. City of pasta and pizza and gelato. Favorite restaurant: Alfredo e Ada! Favorite gelateria: San Crispino! My artichoke lasagna at AeA was just the best meal I've had in a long long time, probably since I've been in Europe. And oh man! I would say everything is amazing at S.Crispino, but I've honestly only tried Honey, Basil, Whiskey, and Ginger Cinnamon...Oh my fatty boom boom suffers from the trip to Engorgement City.

Roma is muy muy distinta. Ademas de ser la capital de comida barata y buena, es famosa por el Coloseo y varias ruinas antiguas. I felt every minute very bad for my ignorance of Italian history, or even frankly any working knowledge of Rome. Atop the Musei Capitolini and again at the Parco Gianicolo, I saw breathtaking views of the city. But without knowing how to place myself or my surroundings, I felt only superficially engaged with its character.Then again, I could always give myself a second try after some research!

Gull visit at the Musei Capitolini

At times I was definitely also guilty of taking advantage of the city: the tram/bus system only nominally costs money (or as Em puts it, "works on the honor system") and the museums cost me almost nothing because of my Art History papers. That sure was one week where I was very very glad to be a student at the UAM's Facultad de Filosofia y Letras.

Detail of the Sistine Chapel

Going to Easter Mass at St. Peter's Square was ridiculously fun and crazy. I was extremely lucky to come by a ticket at the last minute on Sunday morning and the Mass really made me feel thankful for my super friends and good fortune. I know nothing about churches and Jesus and Catholicism, but it was nice to be at a rite that reminds the people to be good to one another and celebrate life. Maybe someone might later confirm this for me, but that's what I always blindly assume religion is about. Seeing the Pope was also muy loco and I am still in awe that I had really gone on a world-famous pilgrimage of sorts and saw with my own eyes such a grand figure of authority. Like Jaliz says, this should be on everyone's bucket list.

Easter Mass in St. Peter's Square

Happy Sunday crowd

Nevermind not waiting two hours in line to see the inside of St. Peter's Basilica (which is still a shame), I am more content having seen the ultimate Pascua.

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Well now that I'm back to the same old in Madrid, I figure I should get more actual work done. I realized today that I have an "exam" tomorrow in my internship class. This is the class where Miss Cristina tells us that Italian olive oil is Spanish olive oil with an Italian sticker and that the Spanish are more hardworking than the Americans. While I leave this debate to other more qualified ladies and gentlemen, enjoy my favorite animal video of the week. I won't hammer on about my work tonight because I really don't know what my assignments are. x

BONE PUGZ from Bone Pugz on Vimeo.