Day 4

Cliff and I got up this morning and took a tour-bus to see the parts of Rome that we haven’t seen yet. It’s Sunday and we got to go by the Vatican. While we were there, mass was in process. I got to be there for about 15 minutes of mass. We heard singing, a nun starting the mass, and a couple of other things. I was about half a second away from converting. It’s something that I can’t even begin to describe. To be in Rome, on Sunday, hearing mass? It’s truly a religious experience. As we all know, I’m probably one of the least religious people around, but I’m religious enough to know realize what I experienced today isn’t a norm. I’m also religious enough to cross myself when I enter a Catholic church and exit. We also went to the Fontana de Trevi. The Fontana de Trevi is a damn fountain. It’s not just a fountain, but a damn fountain. It’s gorgeous and what a Fontana should be. There were so many people there and I’m hoping that Cliff and I get a chance to go there at night to see it then. So, we go by the local Mickey D’s and it’s so different. Cliff got a parmasanio something or other. And they offer CURLY FRIES!!!! Oh, get this. Come to find out, the mass we thought we saw wasn’t a mass. It was something more exciting, whatever you want to call it. We got to see the pope canonize the first female Indian saint. Want to talk about something that most people don’t get to see? Ohh it was nice. Next week, I’m dragging Cliff to mass.
So I’m ready to kill his mother. If she fell off the boat in Greece, it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. We’re in Italia. She needs to learn to say things the Italian way. She keeps saying words the American Southern way. Prime example: we’re staying at the Flavia II. It’s a schwa A. The first A is pronounced like a short o. The last 2 vowels are pronounced like a short u. She’s saying it with a long a and a short a. *shaking head*. Michelangelo. She keeps saying it like it is Michael. It’s not. It’s Me-kal-an-ge-lo. I told Cliff this afternoon that I’m not going anywhere else with them. I’d much rather go on vacation with someone my own age. Not old enough to be my parents. She met my friend Mel. Mel doesn’t speak English very well and we have to talk slowly for her to understand. His mother talked normally. Mel just looked at me and I’d say one or two words and she got it. But she just had this blank look on her face since she had no idea what the hell his mother was saying. Argh. I’m ready for them to go on their cruise and get the hell out of this apartment and after they get back, I’m ready to get the hell back to Tallahassee so I don’t have to see her for a while.