Monday, June 13, 2011

The final chapter.

Of my bragging travelogue, at least.

The biggest, baddest (the good kind of bad), and the best: Rome.

They say you could visit for two whole weeks and still not be able to see it all. I don't know who we thought we were trying to cram it into forty-eight hours. It really is overwhelming. We were running around like an episode of America's Most Wanted.

But see and experience it we did. It just wasn't on the back of a motor cycle, accompanied by a deceiving Italian pop-star, like I would have hoped....but my time will come.


Coliseum.


Roman Forum.


A taste of the local flavor. 


Fountains. Highlight was the Trevi. One of the coolest things I have ever seen.


Sunset. 


Spanish Steps.


Vatican.


Coliseum. Again. Only this time, I was listening to a Catholic service in Italian with the Pope. THE POPE! That's Good Friday for you.


Who's one of the luckiest girls in the world? Me.
Who's BEYOND thankful and indebted to her parents for the rest of her life? Me.
Who will remember this forever and ever? Me.
Who's done talking about it? Okay, fine. Me.

4 comments:

gwynne said...

Oh Haley, don't ever be done talking about your great adventure!! There will be many, many people that will love to hear all your great stories for years to come. And you have such an incredible way with words that make them so very enjoyable:)

xo

The Edison's... plus two! said...

thanks for this post... rome is one of my very favorite places in the world. seeing your pictures brought me back:). i think we have a picture in front of the colisseum almost right by where you are standing. i loved seeing all of your adventures. i am equally as sad that they are over (who am i gonig to live through now?). i'm so sad i didn't even get to visit with you when you were here. you look amazing and next time you are in town please send me a little message so me and the kiddos can come see you. xo- jess

Lula. said...

Unlike Gwynne, I am okay with you stopping talking about it. I'm selfish and jealous, whats it to ya?

But I loved every second reading about it.

Vicki said...

I am just waiting to see where we, I mean you go next...and then I have to come pick you up so you find your way home...