A less interesting week in the eternal city
Another week passed by... time really flies. The main thing keeping us busy was the race for finding a dentist, which proves to be nearly impossible when all of Rome is out of town on vacation and the left-over doesnt speak English, and all in all they keep sending you in circles. In the end, after finally figuring the right phone number which was actually working, we had an office collegue help us out to call in Italian. That as well was an adventure in itself, as we got first connected to the Pronto Seccorso (First Aid), then to an office which didnt pick up, then to another one which sent us again to somebody else, just in the end to be told to come in person as no appointments were being made, and there it's like at the supermarket or post office: you take a number and wait. And wait. And wait. And then it's noon, they stop seeing people and if you didnt manage to get through, you'll get a nice smile and "come back on Monday". Where of course you have to start brand new with a new ticket. So Mark will just go back on Monday, and this time be the first one there.
On Wednesday Mark had its first day as a guide to the Vatican museums, including a visit of StPeters and attending the Papal Audience given every Wednesday. The crowd was huge (several thousands of people), and by some twist of chance Mark got into arms reach to seventh heaven, sorry i mean to the Pope.
In the evening we got home and fell asleep all dressed around 8pm, woke up two hours later and realized it was too late to go to the concert we wanted to attend. The next day, in our quest to be like an old couple, we went to a classical music concert (Strings ensemble playing Mozart, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky) in an old decaying church full of old people. Except the few grumpy teenagers who obviously weren't there on their own will. A few other interesting figures: an old lady with a Fifi Brind'acier (Pipi Langstrumpf) type of hairstyle and sunglasses (which she changed twice during the concert to other sunglasses); a bold guy who always talked and finally got his wife to get out after around half the concert; a guy and a woman sleeping behind us throughout the whole concert; but the best was a 50-something transvestite totally in trance with the music, in some rather short orange dress that would have made any decent priest blush. And yes, I did pay attention to the music as well :)
Yesterday after work we went to a museum which had an exhibit about Leonardo da Vinci, which proved to be a waste of 3 euros each, as it was nothing but random copies of some of his notebooks, without explanation, and quite small as well.
Today, lazy Saturday, later on we'll have to go shopping, and then we'll do a big walk to a hill overlooking Rome for a great view.
Oh and for all the Indians, travellers and trainees in India, or just Bollywood fans: yesterday we watched "Bride and Prejudice", and here goes the greatest and oh so true (although a bit insensitive?) quote of the movie: I figured out the trick to Indian dancing: it's just like screwing a lightbulb with one hand and petting the dog with the other... :)
The one and only Watermelon Colosseo :)
On Wednesday Mark had its first day as a guide to the Vatican museums, including a visit of StPeters and attending the Papal Audience given every Wednesday. The crowd was huge (several thousands of people), and by some twist of chance Mark got into arms reach to seventh heaven, sorry i mean to the Pope.
In the evening we got home and fell asleep all dressed around 8pm, woke up two hours later and realized it was too late to go to the concert we wanted to attend. The next day, in our quest to be like an old couple, we went to a classical music concert (Strings ensemble playing Mozart, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky) in an old decaying church full of old people. Except the few grumpy teenagers who obviously weren't there on their own will. A few other interesting figures: an old lady with a Fifi Brind'acier (Pipi Langstrumpf) type of hairstyle and sunglasses (which she changed twice during the concert to other sunglasses); a bold guy who always talked and finally got his wife to get out after around half the concert; a guy and a woman sleeping behind us throughout the whole concert; but the best was a 50-something transvestite totally in trance with the music, in some rather short orange dress that would have made any decent priest blush. And yes, I did pay attention to the music as well :)
Yesterday after work we went to a museum which had an exhibit about Leonardo da Vinci, which proved to be a waste of 3 euros each, as it was nothing but random copies of some of his notebooks, without explanation, and quite small as well.
Today, lazy Saturday, later on we'll have to go shopping, and then we'll do a big walk to a hill overlooking Rome for a great view.
Oh and for all the Indians, travellers and trainees in India, or just Bollywood fans: yesterday we watched "Bride and Prejudice", and here goes the greatest and oh so true (although a bit insensitive?) quote of the movie: I figured out the trick to Indian dancing: it's just like screwing a lightbulb with one hand and petting the dog with the other... :)
The one and only Watermelon Colosseo :)
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