No Foto!

These words echoed in the Sistine Chapel with shocking regularity despite the signs, ammoumcements and guards yelling at people to not take pictures. Naturally this made it a little less than ideal to be standing in this tome of beauty staring upwards until I got a cramp in my neck, but nothing could take away from the magnificance that is Michelangelo's creation - nothing. Today was Rome sight-seeing day, aka the Vatican and all that is catholic and pop-related but still beautiful. The view from the cupola of Saint Peters Basilica, and knowing that I was standing on the dome of the biggest freaking church in the world, took my breath away...that and the 500 odd steps I climbed at 8am to get up there and beat the masses.

Tonight, beer in the light of the Trevi Fountain with Popi and Carol (from Argentinia and Brazil). More when I get to Anica's in Florence tomorrow night, and PICTURES!

Cheers,
Petra

PS - To the parents (specifically daddy), sorry about the beer and blagging but I'm young and stupid (as you once were from Dietmar's stories....) and practically everone in Europe is out to rip me off every chance they get. So, as long as I don't end up in jail, am not drug smuggling, being overy promiscuous, kicking dogs or doing other terrible things, you can let the things I do *do*, slide, right? Excellent. Love you both, and will behave somewhat in the future =)