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Up we got the next morning to the same melting heat and set off with our backpacks. The hostel we stayed at had a fridge in the room so we had already got sandwich bits for our 10 hour journey to Rome, but I stopped and ordered a baguette and pain au chocolat in French, I was quite proud of myself! The walk up to the station was hell – I don’t think I have ever sweated so much in my life, it was pouring into our eyes. Never has relief been greater than when we sat down on that air conditioned train towards Ventimiglia, our first change. We had managed to get there early and caught the train just heading out rather than the scheduled one. It was the only part of our journey that didn’t require a reservation on the train because it was domestic. I’m glad we did get the earlier one though because we would have been so rushed otherwise. When we got to Ventimiglia our train to Milano was already waiting so we found our seats and prepared for the 4 hour journey. And what a journey it was – there was the most impossible family across from us. There was a mother, father, and 2 boys. The mother appeared to be Russian and the rest English but she was the worst mother I have ever seen. The youngest boy was screaming and banging the tables, hitting all his family, clambering on the tables and spilling coffee everywhere. I couldn’t believe she would let her child behave like that, until the Dad snapped and she said “leave him alone – you know he is autistic” – which offered up a reason but still didn’t explain her attitude – she blamed the eldest son for everything the younger one did and then started hitting the younger one back every time he attacked her. I have never been so glad to get off a train!

We had a mild panic when we got to Milan, we had 20min to find our train and it wasn’t listed on the boards anywhere, so we had to queue at information and time was ticking. It was so nerve-racking, but eventually we got to the front of the queue and we were directed to the right platform with about 3min to spare. Luckily the train from Milan to Rome was blissfully quiet and we spent the time reading and filming before pulling into Rome at 8.30pm after a very long day of travelling. If I thought Nice was hot it had nothing on Rome. The evening was only a taster of things to come though. We checked into our hotel, which was thankfully just across the road from the station, and we were shown up to an apartment which contained 3 bedroom, a communal bathroom, kitchen and lounge area. We had our own bathroom and the other 2 rooms shared the communal which was good for us. We didn’t bother doing anything that night just stayed where the aircon was and got an early night in preparation for site seeing the next day.

Up we got the next morning to the same melting heat and set off with our backpacks. The hostel we stayed at had a fridge in the room so we had already got sandwich bits for our 10 hour journey to Rome, but I stopped and ordered a baguette and pain au chocolat in French, I was quite proud of myself! The walk up to the station was hell – I don’t think I have ever sweated so much in my life, it was pouring into our eyes. Never has relief been greater than when we sat down on that air conditioned train towards Ventimiglia, our first change. We had managed to get there early and caught the train just heading out rather than the scheduled one. It was the only part of our journey that didn’t require a reservation on the train because it was domestic. I’m glad we did get the earlier one though because we would have been so rushed otherwise. When we got to Ventimiglia our train to Milano was already waiting so we found our seats and prepared for the 4 hour journey. And what a journey it was – there was the most impossible family across from us. There was a mother, father, and 2 boys. The mother appeared to be Russian and the rest English but she was the worst mother I have ever seen. The youngest boy was screaming and banging the tables, hitting all his family, clambering on the tables and spilling coffee everywhere. I couldn’t believe she would let her child behave like that, until the Dad snapped and she said “leave him alone – you know he is autistic” – which offered up a reason but still didn’t explain her attitude – she blamed the eldest son for everything the younger one did and then started hitting the younger one back every time he attacked her. I have never been so glad to get off a train!

We had a mild panic when we got to Milan, we had 20min to find our train and it wasn’t listed on the boards anywhere, so we had to queue at information and time was ticking. It was so nerve-racking, but eventually we got to the front of the queue and we were directed to the right platform with about 3min to spare. Luckily the train from Milan to Rome was blissfully quiet and we spent the time reading and filming before pulling into Rome at 8.30pm after a very long day of travelling. If I thought Nice was hot it had nothing on Rome. The evening was only a taster of things to come though. We checked into our hotel, which was thankfully just across the road from the station, and we were shown up to an apartment which contained 3 bedroom, a communal bathroom, kitchen and lounge area. We had our own bathroom and the other 2 rooms shared the communal which was good for us. We didn’t bother doing anything that night just stayed where the aircon was and got an early night in preparation for site seeing the next day.

We awoke to a knock on the door and a ‘breakfast is served’ – luckily it was just us in the kitchen at 8.30am so we enjoyed some toast and I boiled a pan of water for tea, rather than drink the foul smelling pot of coffee in front of me (I really do hate the stuff!) Even sitting in the kitchen eating toast I could feel the heat pouring in through the window which didn’t bode well. After breakfast we headed out to explore, aiming for the Coliseum and encountering a few churches along the way. The structure is bloody massive! And to think alot of it has crumbled and isn’t there anymore. We got accosted by some Romans on the way, they plonked a helmet on Leigh, took my camera for pictures, made us do some ridiculous poses and then demanded €20!

Up we got the next morning to the same melting heat and set off with our backpacks. The hostel we stayed at had a fridge in the room so we had already got sandwich bits for our 10 hour journey to Rome, but I stopped and ordered a baguette and pain au chocolat in French, I was quite proud of myself! The walk up to the station was hell – I don’t think I have ever sweated so much in my life, it was pouring into our eyes. Never has relief been greater than when we sat down on that air conditioned train towards Ventimiglia, our first change. We had managed to get there early and caught the train just heading out rather than the scheduled one. It was the only part of our journey that didn’t require a reservation on the train because it was domestic. I’m glad we did get the earlier one though because we would have been so rushed otherwise. When we got to Ventimiglia our train to Milano was already waiting so we found our seats and prepared for the 4 hour journey. And what a journey it was – there was the most impossible family across from us. There was a mother, father, and 2 boys. The mother appeared to be Russian and the rest English but she was the worst mother I have ever seen. The youngest boy was screaming and banging the tables, hitting all his family, clambering on the tables and spilling coffee everywhere. I couldn’t believe she would let her child behave like that, until the Dad snapped and she said “leave him alone – you know he is autistic” – which offered up a reason but still didn’t explain her attitude – she blamed the eldest son for everything the younger one did and then started hitting the younger one back every time he attacked her. I have never been so glad to get off a train!

We had a mild panic when we got to Milan, we had 20min to find our train and it wasn’t listed on the boards anywhere, so we had to queue at information and time was ticking. It was so nerve-racking, but eventually we got to the front of the queue and we were directed to the right platform with about 3min to spare. Luckily the train from Milan to Rome was blissfully quiet and we spent the time reading and filming before pulling into Rome at 8.30pm after a very long day of travelling. If I thought Nice was hot it had nothing on Rome. The evening was only a taster of things to come though. We checked into our hotel, which was thankfully just across the road from the station, and we were shown up to an apartment which contained 3 bedroom, a communal bathroom, kitchen and lounge area. We had our own bathroom and the other 2 rooms shared the communal which was good for us. We didn’t bother doing anything that night just stayed where the aircon was and got an early night in preparation for site seeing the next day.

We awoke to a knock on the door and a ‘breakfast is served’ – luckily it was just us in the kitchen at 8.30am so we enjoyed some toast and I boiled a pan of water for tea, rather than drink the foul smelling pot of coffee in front of me (I really do hate the stuff!) Even sitting in the kitchen eating toast I could feel the heat pouring in through the window which didn’t bode well. After breakfast we headed out to explore, aiming for the Coliseum and encountering a few churches along the way. The structure is bloody massive! And to think alot of it has crumbled and isn’t there anymore. We got accosted by some Romans on the way, they plonked a helmet on Leigh, took my camera for pictures, made us do some ridiculous poses and then demanded €20! We didn’t have €20 though nor would we have paid it. We managed to scrape together €5 but we were fuming. Such a con.

So we went to go and get cash out so we could enter the Coliseum and when we left there was hardly a queue, when we came back 20min later it was wrapped round the building. We decided to go in even thogh it meant standing in the sweltering heat, an hour later we finally make it inside to even more queue but at least we were in the shade. The one thing that annoys me about Europe - no-one bloody queues properly! Maybe it’s a British thing but you can’t beat a good orderly queue :)

It was worth the wait though - there was so much history everywhere you looked. You could almost imagine the sports that took place there. We didn’t have a tour guide so we attached ourselves to random ones on the way round. I’d love to say that we stayed there for ages soaking up the history and marvelling at the size of it all, it really was an awe-some sight but it was so hot. I mean fry an egg on the floor hot, almost all our exploring was confined to the shadows as you felt (I can only imagine) like a vampire going into the sun. After our epic queue we really didn’t spend too much time there at all, we decided to go and get some lunch and we managed to find quite a cheap place, I had pasta in a cream sauce and Leigh had pasta with tomato sauce, both lovely, and some much needed coca cola! It was really heating up now, it was about 1pm and we decided there was no way we could stay out in the sun so we went back to the hostel. It was the longest hottest walk of my life and by the time we got to our hostel door I was seeing black spots in front of my eyes. I think it is the closest I have ever come to fainting. I went and stood under a freezing cold shower just to try and get my body temperature down and I have never been so grateful for aircon and a fridge in our room that we had a chilled bottle of water in. We actually took a siesta – I slept for a few hours while the worst of the days heat passed and we headed back out again at about 4.30 when the temperature had dropped. We are still talking egg frying hot but sunny side up, instead of fully fried. We went back to where we were before and this time used our tickets to get into the ruins and had a bit of a gladiator stomp around in the dust. Because it was getting later there were hardly any people at all which was a relief. I’m aware that we were tourists but the ‘real tourists’ were really starting to get on my nerves with their dawdling! The good thing about Rome I found were the amount of water fountains everywhere with perfectly good drinking water although Leigh took some convincing. It was a life saver as we were drinking about 5litres a day and just sweating it all back out again.

We got kicked out of the ruins at closing time and we went over to circus maximus and walked the length, it’s such a shame that hardly anything stands left, you can only imagine the size of it all. We then went for a bit of a wander, got a bit lost, found our way again and stopped to have our first Italian Pizza! The restaurant was lovely – under a huge tree canopy with birds singing away, normally I would complain about the birds but they just added to the effect. We ordered the now standard bottle of white and tucked into our huge pizzas, Im normally a fan of deep pan but the thin crust was really good. We got forgotten about a little bit when it came to desert, we had to call them over but this is something we found in all the restaurants we went to in Italy they don’t just automatically ask you like they do over here.  After dinner we headed back to the hostel stopping at a little shop to pick up some beer and on the way back we made up a song to the ‘cornetto theme tune’ about Beerkski’s. We managed to get some of it filmed and when the film is all complete I will post a youtube link if anyone feels like watching our adventure! When we got back to the hostel both the other rooms were in the ‘flat’ – 2 guys in the kitchen and some squealing girls in the living room/hall way. They didn’t seem very friendly though and we retired to our lovely cool room and drank our beers.

The next day we got another knock on the door for breakfast and after eating we went out to see the Trevi fountain which has to be the most overcrowded fountain in the whole of Europe! You had girls flicking their hair, pout and pose, there were Japanese tourists waving peace signs everywhere, children running around, and then sensible people like Leigh and I who hung back, sat on the steps there and marvelled at the way the water shimmered off the statues and it looked so inviting in such incredible heat. When we eventually went down to the edge and I stood to have my pout and pose picture some woman actually pushed me enough that I turned around and snapped ‘Don’t push me!’ she apologised but I was thinking ‘you don’t bloody mean that!’ – she got her picture, which I wish I had photo bombed, and then I got mine. We went and grabbed a quick sandwich and then got the metro over to the Vatican City. We had a tour booked up so we could skip the line and actually learn some history which is something you don’t really get without a guidebook, audioguide or tour guide. It was probably the most expensive tour ever though – we payed €40 for the tour and then needed to pay a further €21 each to get in so the whole thing cost us a small fortune and I hope the pope is happy spending all our money! Anyway we got given headsets and we set off, it was quite bizarre to have the tour guide so far ahead and still hear him in my ear, we approached the walls and got lead through to a airport security type system, it was like going into another country funnily enough. We had a walk around the museum, and saw some beautiful tapestries and ancient sculptures, i liked the tapestries best though – so much must have gone into them.

We then headed towards the Sistine Chapel which has a strict no camera rule so we didn’t get any pictures or footage which is a shame, the other rule that was trying to be enforced was silence. In every other church we went into around Europe (and there were a few) it was so quiet apart from the occasional hymn or prayer but in the most religious place on earth it was so noisy! You had a guard yelling ‘Silence!’ every 5minutes, then a chorus of ‘Shhhhhh’ would start up which was almost as loud as the talking, there might be 30 seconds of quiet and then the murmur of voices would start to reach its crescendo again. Ignoring all the rude and ignorant people though, looking up was incredible. The amount of time that went into Michelangelo’s work, you can only imagine the pain and frustration he must have gone through to complete it. 5 years of painting ceiling! But it really was worth it, to be able to see such iconic images was breath taking. At least until we walked into St Peters and then the wind really got knocked out of our sails. It is massive, I mean picture the biggest church you have ever been too and then treble it. You realise the depth of the beauty and detail of this building when you are told that the painted walls depicting many a scene aren’t painted at all, but mosaic. Hundreds of thousands tiny pieces of mosaic. It was quite a sight, and to top it all off the sunlight was streaming through the stained glass windows to create the most beautiful effect across the church. As I have said before I don’t believe in God but if there was ever a place that He has felt like He could exist it was there in that church. After we exited into the blinding sunshine our tour was over and we hotfooted it to the underground station to rest our weary feet before dinner.

Whilst looking out of my window to the ground below I spotted tables lining the streets and pizza’s coming out of the building below, they looked so tempting that we decided not to stray too far for dinner and to try the restaurant below which was actually a good choice, the pizza was yum and to top it off the guy who had checked us in to the hostel came for a drink, spotted us and got the waiter to bring us a shot of lemon cello each. I bloody hate the stuff – it tastes how I imagine kitchen cleaner to taste but it was alcohol and free at that so I finished it off without complaining. We went and got some beers then and sat on the church steps drinking our beer, and trying to explain in Italian that no we did not want the drugs this random man offered us. Who tries to sell weed at a church?! After that and feeling slightly tipsy we headed back to the hostel.

We really enjoyed Rome but all I think we are going to take from it is HEAT! X



I am currently reading the section in my course book regarding religion and I’ve been thinking. It discusses what religion is and what it means to certain people and I really would be so curious to see what it would be like to believe in God.

I would like to really believe that there is some higher being, something after life, that praying does work in place of medicine, that there is a greater plan and to have an all consuming faith in the unknown. I would like to believe this because in all honest it’s a bit depressing believing  that when you die you die and that is it.

I don’t believe in a God. I was christened by my parents and I used to go to Sunday School but I realised pretty early on that I didn’t believe that there could be a God. The funny thing is I will never know if I am right or wrong (unless I am wrong and I meet God on the way through those pearly gates.)

This is a question that has torn apart nations for hundreds of years and yet no-one can prove anything. I might be wrong, there might indeed be a God, but I find it hard to put faith in to something that I cannot see and I don’t know how people can do that.

This is just a rambling thought, but I suppose that is the good thing about taking this course, I get my mind working again and question ideas.

But (if you will pardon the pun) God only knows if he is real.

xxx



In this book I am reading (Sophie’s World - Jostein Gaarder) it says the following which I think is quite interesting especially being an Atheist myself.

"Even in our day most people will agree that human reason is certainly not capable of disproving the existence of God." 

It goes on to say that The Bible is God’s autobiography!

xxx



Which ever one of you would be so kind as to bless me with a lottery win will be the best make believe person ever!

Or in fact anything that would allow me to purchase all of the beautiful things there are in the world (and also be able to give some money to charity of course!)

Thank you.

ps. Can we ignore the phrase ‘I want doesn’t get’ in this instance.

x





I'm Cara ♥ A 25 year old who lives in London with my darling boyfriend and adorable cat.

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