The day we flew to Rome, which I believe was a Tuesday, began at 2:00 in the morning. We had returned home from Galilee at about 10 at night, and at that point, everyone showered and packed. I woke everyone up at 2, and we were in the car by 2:30. We arrived at the airport at about 3:15 at the airport, 2 and a half hours before our flight and we hardly had time to spare.
Mary and Hannah were marked as suspicious, and were stopped at every security check along the way. They also went through my suitcase, but it didn't pan out as thrilling as the two young girls' suitcases, so I wasn't quite harrassed as much as they were. We arrived at our gate with about 20 minutes to spare and soon, took off for Rome...or should I say Frankfurt. We flew through Germany and again, the girls really don't like the Frankfurt airport. We finally arrived in Rome early afternoon and headed to the hotel.
After settling into our rooms, we decided to make our way to Alfredo's, the original Italian restaurant that invented the famous Alfredo Fettuccine pasta dish. As the story goes, Alfredo's wife was terribly ill after having a baby and he was worried she would die. He went into his kitchen and determined he would make something she would eat. So he boiled up some homemade noodles, doused them with real butter and stirred in grated parmesan cheese. And voila! - (Yea, I know that's French) - she ate it and it a-save-ed her life-a! (There's the Italian)
Of course, when we arrived, it was too late for lunch and too early for dinner, so we went back to the hotel, slept off our jet lag and went back for dinner.
End day one.
Day two began with a tour of the Vatican. The Vatican is located in Vatican City, which is a country all by itself - it is not a part of Italy but is a nation all its own. Strange, huh? Thousands upon thousands of people converged on the grounds, of course with the hope of a glimpse of the Pope, which would miraculously take years if not centuries off their time in purgatory but that's a whole other story.
I am going to flip quickly through these pictures and try to explain what you are seeing but the first thing you need to know is that the Vatican is a museum. They have artifacts from every archeological dig known to man and if the dig was in Italy, they claimed the best items in the name of the Pope. So when I entered, thinking I was entering a church, I quickly realized that it is kilometer after kilometer of pagan images and man-worship. Mary was evident but not as strongly promoted as the concept of Pope.
That leads to the second thing you have to know. The point of the Vatican is to pound into the visitor the fact that Peter was given the keys to the kingdom by Jesus, therefore the Pope has ultimate authority here on earth. Painting after painting after statue depicts the scene of Jesus handing keys to Peter, usually with St. Peter's cathedral in the background.
And finally, for every painting of the life of Christ that is on display, there are four to five paintings of the lives of various popes. That speaks for itself.
Okay, on to the pictures:
Can you also see the wooden barrier to the right of the picture? This was a long wooden barricade, maybe 12 feet wide and ran nearly the length of the room. If you looked inside the barrier, there were mosaics on the floor, similar to what you see in the middle of this picture, but each mosaic represents the biggest catholic church structures in the world. Very strange...they didn't want anyone walking on them...
Oh, and there is a pope buried in a glass box that you can see there, too! Very yucky...
After the Vatican, we went to...Alfredo's, of course! There is a story behind this, as well. A few years ago my mother took my son and his best friend (Hannah's brother) to Rome. They went to Alfredo's twice on their trip and to this day, Nathan and Christopher vow to return, solely for the fettuccine. So, since they went twice, we HAD to go THREE times...oh, the competitive spirit of siblings...
Final thoughts on the Vatican...
I love a good museum. The next time I go to Rome, I am going to try to see if they would close their doors and only let me wander the halls for about three days straight. I don't know if they'll do it, but there is SO much to see and it is VERY, VERY crowded that it makes it hard to soak it all in.
As soon as I got past thinking I was entering a place of worship (God-worship), then I was fine. But there is so much worship of man going on in that place, it was rather overwhelming at times. So much history, so much abuse - I want to watch my Luther movie again now that I have seen the splendor of the Vatican, so that I can understand his outrage against the sacrifice forced upon the common man to create this heaven on earth.
Okay...next post we'll see more of Rome...
Kind of sad that so many people fall into that false teaching that it is a place of worship. I'll never get there but do apperciate seeing the pictures you have and helping to give a true sense of what the vatican really is, just a beautiful museum
ReplyDeleteThat ceiling in the hall of maps is something else! It was fun clicking on the picture of St. Peter's Cathedral to get a better look at the statues...I didn't try it with the fettucini however, probably would have gained two pounds...
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My goodness Mrs. Wisen :D I think I might need to come over and see all your picture :D ...If that's okay with you of course. This stuff is absolutely fascinating!
ReplyDeleteAny time, Danish...send me an email...aren't you going to Canada soon?
ReplyDeleteOkay will do. :) Yes ma'am, we're leaving tomorrow morning.
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