Wednesday, 2 January, 2008:
Our final day in
Europe was spent with the group dynamic torn asunder, though this was due to
circumstances rather than any rift from within. The plan had been to head over
to the Vatican Museum and follow that up with a visit to the Colosseum and Roman
Forum. Rome’s Holiday crowd had other ideas though.
The morning had
already gotten off to a later start than anticipated, and when we came to the
line enter the Vactican Museum, we found that it stretched for blocks around the corner.
There were some tour guides trying to entice those waiting in line with a tour
that cost 40 Euros and would allow them to s kip ahead of the lone lines.
The Grant/Crabtree
faction decided against this option and headed towards Ancient Rome instead. The
McCoy/Robertson faction decided otherwise and went with the Vatican tour,
perhaps after some prompting from me and Will since we kind of figured the
ceiling of the Sistine Chapel is a can’t miss opportunity. They could always go
to the Colosseum and Roman Forum afterward and at least view the exterior, which
is, to me, the most appealing part anyway.
Meanwhile, Will and
I decided, for whatever reason, to just stroll about on our own. We didn’t want
to spend 40 Euros on something we had seen before and we didn’t feel the need to
head over to Ancient Rome right this second, so we went on our personal walk
about, mainly wondering around the area of the Spanish Steps, The Pantheon, and
the Vittorio Emanuele monument. It made for a nice change of pace as the only
obligation we felt at the time was for Will to find a tie for his Dad.
Otherwise, it was just a nice easy walk around Rome on yet another sunny day
in Italy.
We eventually met
back up with our families at the Colosseum around 15:00 and were pleased to find
that they had greatly enjoyed their tour of the Vatican. It had been a very
informative tour they said and Will and I probably would have learned several
new things had we gone with them.
From here, the
Robertson’s went back to the hotel (or maybe to get a bite to eat first, I’m not sure)
while the McCoy’s pressed on with our condensed tour of the Ancient Rome. Though it was a
pity that our group had been so fractured on our last day in Europe, everyone
had a quite enjoyable time doing whatever they did. And though it’s always nice
to be around others, it was nice for me and my family to just have some time to
ourselves.
Especially here at
the Colosseum, one of THE iconic structures in all the world. We didn’t get to
walk in, and that robs you of learning the history of this place, but visually,
the exterior of this ancient arena is the most striking part. It’s
just surreal to be standing there in front of it, a place you had read about and
seen in books since you were young. The hallmark monument to one of the world’s
greatest civilizations. It was a nice experience to share with my
family.
After a bit of
gawking, we walked over to the Roman Forum, the part of it around the Vittorio Emanuele
monument anyway. We tried our best to visualize what these ruins must have
looked like 2,000 years ago, but it’s hard without knowing the back story. The
Forum is a must see on any visit to Rome, but I’ve been twice now and have
robbed myself both times by not taking a guided tour or renting some audio tour
to learn more about what I’m looking at. The air in this place is permeated with
a “if these walls (or what is left of them) could talk” aura that I’ve
unfortunately ignored up to this point.
Next time I’m here,
I’ll be sure explore the Forum more in depth. And after visiting the Trevi
Fountain later that evening, a return trip to the Eternal City is all but set in
stone after throwing a coin in over my left shoulder with my back to the water.
Some rituals are not to be trifled with.
Before surrendering
to superstition, though, we actually had stopped in at a nearby restaurant for
what was maybe the finest meal I ate in Italy. The rest of the group was back together
at this point after meeting back at the hotel. All the group minus one that is,
because sadly, Will was not feeling well at this point and decided to stay in
the for the night.
Knowing that the
Trevi Fountain was top of the agenda for the evening, we went looking for a
restaurant around here and eventually found one without too much of a crowd that
could seat us all together for the most part. Up to this point, personally
speaking, most of my meals in Italy hadn’t quite lived up to my much too high
expectations. They had been really good in general, but I hadn’t been blown away by a fine
Italian meal as often as I wanted. The previous night adventure with bucatini
pasta had been the lone exception for me. That must have been a signal my luck
was changing because the last night in Europe provided with the best pasta dish
I had yet...spaghetti with gorgonzola cheese. Also sampled some steak which was
very good as well. I think most everyone had a similar experience at this
restaurant, so our culinary part of the trip ended on a positive
note.
The only thing left
to do was to head to the Trevi Fountain and assure our return to this historic
city one day. It also provided an opportunity for some end of the trip
commiseration, spurred on by Beth individually video taping everyone sharing
their favorite memories from the past two weeks. Not really a memory, but what I took away
from this trip is what I had hoped for it from the beginning, which is the feeling of satisfaction knowing that my
parents had enjoyed their time over here in a once in a lifetime experience.
When Ryan, Will,
and I had dreamed up this whole idea of bringing all of our families to Europe,
this is what we had in mind. We felt, perhaps with false modesty, that on the
first trip two years prior, we had been acting as something of standard bearers
for our families, neither of which had done much international traveling before then, certainly not crossing an ocean to do so anyway.
We wanted to bring them over here and have them be as awed and inspired by what
they saw as we were the first time. As we wound down the evening with some last
minute introspection and prepared for the long plane ride home the next day, I
felt we had achieved what we had set out to.
With this many
people, it was never going to be a seamless process, but we pulled it off
without too much trouble and came away with memories that will last a lifetime.