As my days in Europe draw to an end, so does the blogging. Cassie is alive, and she is coming home.
I left off in Montepulciano, Italy before MJ necessitated a brief interruption. Here Danielle and I drank wine like it was our job. Wine with breakfast, wine with lunch, wine for dinner, and wine tasting in between all three. We mastered the concept of a perma-buzz. I look back very fondly at that sweet little Tuscan town.
Our day trip to Florence resulted in serious euro depletion and one fantastic new leather jacket.
… And I saw the David, and it was a very memorable moment for me. I went in kind of expecting another hyped up art piece (burned by the anticlimactic Mona Lisa experience) and upon rounding the corner I actually stopped in my tracks and gaped like an idiot. He is absolutely enormous and spectacular. His hand is like the size of my torso. And he is so perfect it’s impossible to find a flaw. I bought a postcard that is how impressed I was.
Then today we did a tour of the Vatican and I can officially say I’m in love with Michelangelo. Yes I realize he was a strange dirty man that cut up corpses … but the stories told throughout his work are seriously incredible. He is a fascinating creature. Forget the postcards; I bought a huge thick plaque/poster thing that I have to figure out how to get home now. And with it comes a fantastic story that makes the whole thing worth it.
The Coliseum also lived up to its reputation. It’s impressive from the outside and then you get inside and it’s just unreal. It honestly took me back in time; I was expecting a tiger to emerge and eat me at any second.
Now we have one more day to indulge in wine, pasta, bread, and all other things Roman. Go big, then go home.
First thing on the agenda in the States? MEXICAN FOOD!
InVision, see you Monday!