There is no simple way to describe Rome. Perhaps saying it's the world's greatest metropolitan museum is a start. Maybe calling it the City That Made History would be better or maybe even The City of the Gods.
Rome is massive; modern and ancient at the same time. You can take the state-of-the-art subway system -- far superior to that of London's -- to 3,000 year-old statues, structures and relics in a flash.
To say Rome is "just" Vatican City, or it's "just" the Coliseum is a vast understatement. The history, the power, the determination, the poverty, the intentions, the battles, the heroes, the gods, the beginnings of Christendom, the destruction of the city, and even history itself was stitched into the very streets of Rome. Rome is indescribable. It isn't as beautiful as Venice, but the energy and feel of Rome was just indescribable.
We began the day by taking the coach to the subway system. Flip told us how to read the subway maps and how to get back to the area near our hotel during the day if we wanted to. We were then given an all-day free subway pass and we were told to use it as much as possible.
We took the train to Termini, changed trains and took it to Collesseo -- the train station right across the street from the Coliseum, and a massive excavation site that has been going on for over 200 years.
We had a half hour to explore the area before our tour of the Coliseum began. I walked down the street to find a massive wall with 4 pictures on it. Each of the 4 pictures showed different sizes of the Roman Empire at different times, which was very interesting to see. Flip said that there used to be 5 pictures, not 4, and that the 5th one was a gift from Adolf Hitler to Benito Mussolini. That picture was a picture of the whole world (not just Europe) and showed it completely covered -- meaning that with the alliance between Germany and Italy, the Roman Empire would eventually take over the world. For obvious reasons, this picture was removed after the war.
I joined the tour of the Coliseum and, once we got inside, a tour member asked why all the walls had so many holes in them. By "holes", the member was referring to the actual head-sized holes in the actual structure. The tour guide said that when they built the Coliseum thousands of years ago, they used limestone instead of normal stone or marble, and as a result, they couldn't use normal mortar. Instead, they used bronze nails to keep it together. After the barbarians sacked Rome, the Roman Empire crumbled and the population of Rome dropped from 1,000,000 to 10,000. This was when the Middle Ages had begun. To create armour and shields in that time, the people of Rome went to the Coliseum and melted down the 130-foot hight statue of Colossus outside it. After that was gone, they needed more bronze so they dug it all out of the walls and those are the strange holes in the walls today.
Our tour continued deeper into the old building. We learned of the hand gesture the emperor would make during the Coliseum games to determine the fate of the fallen gladiator (who were named after the short-sword called the gladiate -- which they used in battle). We were also told that a long time ago, the Romans had tried to flood the Coliseum with water for a mock-ship battle, but it didn't work out as planned and they never did it again. Instead, they put trap-doors in the floor of the Coliseum to let wild animals and warriors enter the arena. That floor has long been destroyed and now the ancient caverns and tunnels that were built underneath it can easily be seen.
Also, we learned that there used to be a cloth covering over the building that was controlled by specially trained sailors. I believe the covering was there to keep rain from coming in, but the tour guide never said.
After a few pictures, we headed out of the Coliseum and into a park behind it to go see, pretty much, a pile of rocks (officially called the Roman Forum). This "pile of rocks", however, were the ancient houses, temples, stores and streets of Ancient Rome. It lies right between two of the Seven Hills of Rome and used to be a major super-market, always full of fresh fruit and vegetables, farmers, beggars and plenty of gossip. Once Rome fell however, these houses were abandoned and the streets deserted, and in time over 500 years of sediment filled the area.
Right before the tour ended, our guide showed us the sight of were a demi-god was buried. That's right; I got to see the tomb of Julius Caesar, the most powerful leader in the history of the world. He lay in his own mossy tomb under a mound of dirt, where fresh flowers were placed daily. Nothing is more amazing or incredible than to see the final resting place of a man who is known in the Europe, Africa, Asia, the Americas and Oceania for his rule. Caesar's bones were mere feet from me, and it still makes me shiver!
After that, our tour ended and Flip met up with us again. We followed her to Forma di Trevi and had free gelato -- which is basically ice-cream. The fountain was gorgeous, but I was too busy getting gelato (and watching a pigeon fly and steal one of our tour member's cone) to hear the history of the fountain and its existence. Sorry.
From then on, we had free-time. I decided to go north first, to Piazza di Spagna and climbed the Spanish Steps. At the top, I took brilliant photos of the city and went inside Trinità dei Monti, which, like all churches in Europe, was beautiful. I then left the church and saw that the rooftops around the Steps had been converted into a massive, unique restaurant! I took a few pictures of this too, of course.
I headed south-west, and after a brief fit of confusion, I got to the Pantheon. Today it was open and I got to take pictures inside. Unfortunately, I wasn't there at 12 and I didn't see when the sun shines directly through the hole in the roof and illuminates the whole temple brilliantly. As one wise man once said, "There are a million things wrong with St. Peter's Cathedral, but not even one wrong with the Pantheon". I recommend going there!
I then walked south a bit and crossed the Tiber to the Santa Maria Cosmedin, which is the home to the Mouth of Truth. The Mouth of Truth is a massive statue that will bite the hand off of anybody who dares to put their hand in its mouth and lie. Flip told us a story previously about the Mouth. She said that a long time ago, a Roman woman had committed adultery against her husband. Her husband found out, and wanted to believe she was innocent, but wanted the Mouth to declare if she was or wasn't. Many people watched the couple walk to the Mouth, and when they were a block or so away, a crazy man jumped out of the crowd, ran up the wife, kissed her and then ran away. When they reached the Mouth, the woman put her hand in the Mouth and said that the only man she's ever kissed was her husband and the man who kissed her on the way there. It turns out that the man who kissed her was also the man she had cheated on earlier, and the Mouth was so mad at being tricked that it stopped working. I walked around the area for a while and was sadly unable to find the Mouth, so I carried on south.
I began winding down Italian side-streets and found many beautiful parks. I also saw an Italian army-jeep and several Italian army-persons brandishing their machine guns, so I made sure I was on my best behavior. Although I was told their uniforms were fashioned by Gucci, I still thought they looked rather boring.
Just past them was a line of people standing at a door, bending down to look into a keyhole. I was curious so I got in line and looked through the key-hole too and -- Ava Maria! On the other side was a long road lines with trees, which eventually dropped off and revealed a flawless view of St. Peter's Cathedral -- all the way across the city! (My picture of it was terrible, but here's a good one from Everything Everywhere.)
I walked back to Santa Maria Cosmedin and saw a few members of my tour group outside of a building. I joined them and asked why they were in line. They told me that the Mouth of Truth was inside the building, not outside! I got in line right behind them and we were less than ten feet from the gates when the door closed for 5 PM. I checked my watch and it was only 4:50. I felt so frustrated and so dumb! If only I had realized it was inside the church earlier, I could've got a picture with my hand in its mouth!
I joined the group of four people and we went to a fancy Italian restaurant. I had carbonara, as did everybody else in my group except for Kristi, who had fettuccine alfredo. Carbonara is a spagetti covered with a cheese/egg mixture and has pieces of ham in it, in case you aren't familiar with Italian pasta. It was delicious, especially with parmesan cheese sprinkled on it.
By the time we were done eating, the sun had gone down and we headed to Barbini subway station an hour earlier than we were supposed to. The group wanted to go back to the hotel, but I wasn't done in Rome yet so I segregated and decided to go home with the main group later. The main group, however, never showed up (I had gone to the wrong meeting station), and I had to take the train all by myself. It took me a long time to realize what had gone wrong. I took the train to all the stations we were told to meet at, but I never saw anybody I recognized. I finally got back to the main station were had got back to the station our day had started with, but the bus we were supposed to catch wasn't there! I had to find my way to the hotel all by myself!
I remembered that Flip said the number 21 and 201 bus took us to our hotel from the station, but I didn't have enough money for the bus. So, instead I followed the bus. I followed them from stop to stop, waiting ten minutes for a new one to come along if I lost track of a previous one. Finally I found Moe's Pub -- the pub Muffin and the gang had gone to last night. However, I didn't know how to get from the Pub to our hotel. I wandered between the Pub in La Giustiniana and the city entrance to Rome for over two hours trying to find the hotel! Finally, after 3 hours after I had taken the train at Barbini, I managed to find the hotel and get into my room, safe, sound, sleepy and exhausted.
So on that note, goodnight Journal. Rome was amazing. I doubt anything else on this tour across Europe can top it!
PS: I found a street merchant in Rome that was selling 20 postcards for €1. I thought they would be junk, but I bought it anyway. Was I ever surprised! The postcards in that pack are better than the ones I got at the Vatican -- which cost me €3 for 6! What a great deal!
And, as always, a big thank you to my sweetheart Jessica Nuttall for proof reading a countless number of my articles. I couldn't do any of this without you. I love you.
150 years ago, Canada became a country, albeit a much smaller one. Since then, Canada has grown much in size, reputation and as a favorite for travellers from around the world. Lonely Planet recognized these accomplishments last year and ranked Canada as the #1 travel destination in 2017. With the addition of free National Parks all year long, 2017 is the perfect time to visit the Great White North!
I am always interested in Canadian adventures, so I thought I'd check out G Adventure's website to see what tours they have planned this year. Since G Adventures is a Canadian based travel company, I figured they would have something going on this year to celebrate our sesquicentennial. Instead, all I saw were the same eight tours as last year, and the year before. Thinking maybe there was some big announcement coming for 2017, I emailed G Adventures asking about it, hoping, praying, that maybe there was something, something, anything at all… but I received no response.
Now, don't get me wrong. G Adventures has eight great Canadian tours, and they all look really awesome, but they only show off a small sliver of what Canada has to offer. In fact, four of the tours are almost exactly the same:
Love poutine, Justin Trudeau and just about everything Québécois? G Adventures had the right idea including Montréal in two of their Canadian tours, but Montréal isn't the only noteworthy place to visit in Québec. Now, this tour doesn't give Québec the justice it deserves either, but hopefully it inspires you to take your time to explore the wonders it has to offer. Québec is a beautiful province with a long history, stretching back over four centuries, so this tour is dedicated to the incredible history and culture of French Canada.
Our fictional tour starts in Montréal. If you've read my Five Historic Canadian Cities article last week, you already know Montréal is one of Canada's most lively cities. Packed with some of Canada's most impressive scientific museums, Montréal is also home to an archeological and historical museum, Pointe-à-Callière. Inside one of the most unique buildings in Old Montréal, this museum ventures deep into the history of the city and explores its foundation, its struggles and its changes. With 375 years of history, to uncover this museum starts off with the discovery of Hochelaga and showcases various sections of the original sewer system. The museum also has several illustrations showing the plagues and fires that once decimated the early city. The museum also has an interactive section about the pirates that once terrorized the St. Lawrence River. This museum is one of my absolute favorites, so if you love museums as much as I, you'll want to check it out.
Cemeteries are a place of solace. All people, regardless of wealth, status, religion or creed are equals within a cemetery. It's a place of remembrance, respect and reconciliation. If you visit a cemetery, you are visiting the graves of lost loved ones. These may be children, pioneers, rebels or everyday people. Every grave has a story, and all are longing to be told.
Because of this, cemeteries are a library of knowledge. They hold the lessons of our past, and the wisdom of our future. As the leaves change and the days get shorter, cemeteries attract a much different crowd than that of just historians and family members. With autumn crisp in the air, cemeteries fill with thrill-seekers and paranormal believers. There is a fine line between what is and isn't acceptable within a cemetery and those who dabble into the affairs of the afterlife know this all too well. Few people go into cemeteries looking to disrespect the graves; instead, most are just hoping they can answer their own questions about life after death.
Not all cemeteries are haunted, but each holds their own stories. Keep this in mind while you read this article. If you end up visiting any of these sites, remember to step softly, speak quietly and respect the surrounding graves. You might not be as alone as you think.