Sunday Service

        Being in Rome surronded by beautiful chruches, we were hoping to attend chruch. However, those hopes were quickly squashed looking at our clothes. Chruch service is not to be taken lightly, and the dress code has to be adhered too. Dresses that cover the shoulders and legs. We had nothing of the sort. However, me and stef are coming back to the Rome for easter...we will be better prepared for that event.

         Still, being that it was Sunday we thought it apporiate to go to the Vatican. On the way, we decided to go into the church that was in the Santa Maria Plazza (which was right by our hostel). On the bus tower, we learnt that this church has some of the richest art work and contains the wood from the manager that Jesus was born in. Now, we were in shorts and a tank top. Rome is hot....you sweat more then you think you ever could, and you cant help but pull at your clothes cause they stick to you. Well, before we could go in we were given white clothes to cover our arms and legs. Makes you feel pretty guilty for wearing skimpy clothes...BUT IT WAS REALLY HOT!!

        Once in the church, there was gold, paintings, riches glore. You could feel the power this church possesed. Incrediable. After apperciating the church, we found the stairs to this gold, glass encased wood. There is was....wood from the manger of Jesus. The skeptic in us thought....Could this be true? Could this be the wood that once held Jesus? Either way, you could not help but be memerized by the possiblity of being close to something so holy.

        After we took the metro to the Vatican. It truly is amazing to think of the Vatican as a seperate, sovereign identity. Its really small when you think of it in those terms. However, the Vatican was incrediable. All the events that happen in this one square. The power of the church. The secrets held within it. Its fascinating to consider. Looking at the line up, which was longer then the line up into the Muse du Louvre in Paris, (wow, Paris....seems like a lifetime ago we were there) We decided not to go in. As I mentioned...me and stef are coming back...so we will save the experience for then. That night we enjoyed the beauty of the terrance over some wine. Calm and tranguility...wonderful end to a Sunday in Roma.