The weather has been weird lately and on top of that I caught I cold so I didn’t really feel like stripping in the snow for outfit photos last week. I felt particularly bad last night so I ditched school today. I wasn’t planning to blog today because I’m always kind of cranky and sour when I feel unwell, but I was browsing through my folders to find useless crap that should’ve been deleted long ago but I’m a messy and lazy airhead and they’re still there and I found some beautiful pictures I haven’t shared with you from my trip to Rome. I’ve been to Rome last January with my mom and it was great. The weather was incredibly nice for January, at noon we could walk around in Tshirts and the food was YUM. The only happening that ruined my travel was the fact that on the fifth day my memory card decided it would be nice to fail completely and erase EVERYTHING, every single photo I took. I changed my camera and memory card, but I’m never going anywhere without my laptop again.
Vatican was really nice though, except for the fact that I experienced one of my greatest fears there. I felt like crying, puking and killing my mom, but hey, I did it in the end without doing any. Ok, I cried, a little. I’m terrified of small spaces and mom insisted we climb up in the Sistine Chapel to see the city’s panorama and that it’s not a big climb, it’s not that high nor small(she’s been there before). I only said yes thinking I’d have a great view, but to my disappointment we were too high for great panoramas. The climb started nicely, enough space to spread both your arms, but as you went further, guess what? It was squeezing in. The final set of stairs was so narrow, I couldn’t spread my elbows. I can’t explain the terror I felt as I was climbing, to see it get more and more narrow. On the last set of stairs I started to cry and told mom I can’t do this, I was basically begging her to let me out, I was panicking and couldn’t breathe at all. Sadly there were a lot of people behind mom and obviously there wasn’t enough space for two people on those stairs so I had to suck it up and climb. When we finally got up a wave of nausea hit me when I saw how high we were and considered jumping at the thought of having to go down those stairs again. But hey, I did it. I overcame my biggest fear. Although I’m still scared of small spaces.
I was struggling to take photos, bending over fences or trying to squeeze in between the bars when this little fucker came in and decided to ruin it for me. I forgave him though, he was kinda cute. And stupid, just look at his face!
And here’s an emotionally and physically exhausted me. I miss my hair like that sometimes. Also I find it a little funny how the title for this post came to me while humming the Saints of LA from Motley Crue, nothing holy there for sure.
After my little hobo-esque break, we went into the Sistine Chapel. I’m not a religious person, but I kind of like churches, although some paintings/statues creep me out and most priests annoy me. But inside I saw, for the first time, the light. No, not god, literally the light. It was amazingly beautiful, an architectural wonder. It was my mom’s turn to beg me to leave.
I really miss Rome. It’s very different from my city, but I felt I could live there. Have you ever been to Rome? Did you enjoy it?