Thursday, June 9, 2011

Rome Alone II

 Ashley gears up for a deep snooze drowning out the late night "ciaos" and scooter revs.
 When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
 We finally made it into the Pantheon.
 An open dome so all the prayers are funneled upward toward heaven.
In the case of the Pantheon it goes something like this "Hello?...Gods?"
 NO douche bags. Sorry, no praying to the God of Raves or Miami Beach here.
Time keeper and Map boy. Templetons, a well lubricated touring machine.
 After the Pantheon we pinballed from cathedral to cathedral.
 This one happened to have a painting from one of the masters, Michelangelo.
I'm more of a Donatello fan, I like the purple bandanna and the bo staff.
 Will interior designers come here and worship the decor?
 Faceless from centuries of foot traffic.
"Now if I could just reach my sword to slice the Ugg boots of these unholy tourists."
This one had a Great Gatsby vibe to it.
 Hands full of prayers and clinging infants.
What a glorious sphincter of ribbons.
Well done Rome, tonight we drink a toast to the good times had here and pour one out for all the homies that were slaughtered in the Coliseum.
 We zipped over via train to the port town of Civitavecchia to board a overnight ship to the island of Sardinia.
Ciao Rome! Time to switch over from Gladiator sandals to flip-flops.

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