
Medici (Biboli) Gardens

Ravello Seafood

Amalfi

Ruins in Rome


Us on top of St. Peter's Basilica
Ever since my mom had arrived in November, I negligently did not keep up the post during the time....I'm sorry.
There is so much that happened, that my posts cannot give all the wonderful times we had justice.
Today, my class went to Basilica San Paolo, where my mom and I had visited together. When mom and I took the Vatican Tour of St. Peter's Basilica, the Sistine Chapel and the Vatican Museums we had a lovely Sister from Manchester England as our tour guide. She had suggested we visit Basilica San Paolo and Tre Fontane which were both so beautiful! Mom was quite the climber as we went to the top of the Duomo in Florence and also up to the Dome of St. Peter's Basilica, and on top of the Balcony of St. Mark's in Venice, with the gorgeous views of Doge's Palace, the water, and St. Mark's Square. We will never forget our beautiful days together. She kept saying she was having the time of her life!!!!
While I spent days in class, my mom traveled on the Roman Metropolitana (underground) all by herself! . She was always exploring and so excited to share her adventures when we met later in the apartment. She had regular contact with the Swiss Guards and Vatican post office during her daily ritual of visiting the Vatican, and weekly ritual of seeing Pope Benedict XVI live himself.
Weekends were busy and exciting. Mom took me to Venice, where we enjoyed cuttlefish (with the black ink from the fish, which makes one who has just eaten it impossible to photograph) and Florence (where I, for the first time, got to experience the awe of the David in the Accademia and the Boboli Gardens.)
Furthermore, we saw the Amalfi Coast in its glory. On our way to gorgeous Ravello, we saw Sorrento, Positano, and Amalfi (where I almost accidentally got on a bus with senior citizens who were on their way to the island of Ischia....whoops.)
Napoli was so much fun. It had such energy and the men at the bakery gravitated toward mom and were trying to converse with her. Communication was achieved when they handed her, with Italian pride, a beautiful slice of the Italian wheat pie (Pastiera Napolitana).
Everyday, we had beautiful adventures!