Rome (Part Two)

Ugghhhh...my memory is failing (I'm in Brussels, btw).

The third day, we decided to go to the Vatican Museum. After hearing TONS of horror stories of people waiting 3 or 4 hours to get in, we decided to wake up early and beat the rush.

We didn't get up till 10am.

But no worries, gelatto fixes everything. After turning down numerous offers to "pay 50euros and skip the lines", we wandered up the street alongside the Vatican, gelatto(s) in hand. I started noticing that there was no one in front of me on the sidewalk, and was wondering if the museum was closed that day.

So I ran up ahead and found that NO ONE was in line to the Vatican Museum! Totally unheard of. I screamed to our group to hurry up before the crowd of people down the street beat us, and we raced inside. Didn't have to wait at all. And because of that, I think we all had a blast in the museum.

There were sculptures, and paintings, and more sculptures, and more paintings...and then there was the Sistine Chapel...Michelangelo's ceiling. It was actually quite small. And it was square-shaped, not a dome like I thought. AND, the "finger-touching guys" painting was TINY. We all had to use our zoom to get a good pic of it (I love how I'm being so critical of the most famous chapel on earth).

The guards kept shushing everyone repeatedly and kept telling everyone to put away their cameras. But come on, who's NOT gonna take a picture of the Sistine Chapel (especially when most of them waited for HOURS to get in).

After the museum, we started getting hungry. And it seemed like everyone was craving burgers. So we hit up McDonalds. "I bet I could eat ten cheeseburgers right now," I said. "I bet you 10euros you can't," challenged Rachelle. And that's how the ten cheeseburger challenge began. Ten minutes later, I stood smiling with a tray full of McDonald's cheeseburgers...wide-eyed employees staring. The first four were amazing. I hadn't had McD's in awhile. By number seven, I was feeling it. But like a champ, I broke past the wall and gobbled up those last three with pride and dignity (actually it was more like embarrassment and disgust).

That night, we just chilled again. The campsite bar was pretty lively. Highlights of the night: Gavin drunkedly yelling at the annoying French kids in the tent next to him, Gavin saying that he had made out with a guy for a free beer, and Gavin then stumbling over to the French camp and raiding their table full of french bread/wine/cheeses. Hahahahh, I love the British.

I don't think we did much the next day because the weather was turning to shit, and we were all tired of walking. I made a tiny fire in front of my tent and roasted hot dogs, most of us surfed the internet all day. We were all Rome'd out.