Rome - III

Slower day with a couple of sights. Galleria Borghese, National (Art)
Museum of Rome, and my favorite, the Capuchin (sp?) Crypt. We weren't
allowed to take pictures in most of the places we've been to over the
last two days, so unfortunately there isn't much to upload but I'll
send what's left before we take off for home. Tomorrow we have a whole
lot of nothing planned except for shopping and relaxing from all our
running around. I think Liz could do this stuff for weeks but I'm
looking forward to not having an itinerary for at least a day or two.
Also, I think my upper respiratory system has finally caved to the
increased nicotine and carbon monoxide intake.

We had a rather 'merkan'd out lunch today at the Hard Rock Cafe while
we were waiting for the crypt to open for the evening. I love Italian
food but the selection between American-Italian and Italian-Italian
menus is different enough that I (/we) needed a changeup. While we
were waiting for the check to arrive a group of about 10 (younger / 20-
ish) women walked in with Nike-Bauer jackets on. I stopped one to get
the story and it turns out they are a team from Minnesota that wasn't
going to have the chance to travel abroad (in school maybe? I kinda
missed that part) so their coach arranged for them to play a number of
other women's hockey teams across Europe. It wasn't Roman history, but
it was cool to see a little bit of home that I can relate to, walking
around the city just like us.

After the crypt we made our way back to the hotel, providing
navigation to another confused visitor along the way. It's always nice
to see how much of a bearing we've gained on the city in such a short
amount of time. Especially after an episode of "wait.. where does that
bus go?" or "how did that road we walked down last night disappear?"
The roads here are easily the biggest mess either of us have seen, and
the public transportation system doesn't seem to fall to far from that
tree. Though somehow it all falls into place and works without people
jumping out of their cars or off their Vespas and stabbing one another
which is nearly as amazing as the monuments that grace the city.