The Vatican has some pretty strick dress codes. Basically don't be a ho and conver you shoulders and knees. But some people didn't quite understand this. I'm talking to you, girl with the Daisy Duke booty shorts. No wonder you couldn't get in with our a makeshift sarong.
There are two options for getting to the top, 720 stairs or and elevator and 300 stairs. We opted for the lift. But since our chaperone dude bought all our tickets, we didn't have individual one and crabby Italian man wouldn't let us up until Andrea (Ahn-drey-ah) came and persuaded him that we weren't trying to rip off the Vatican and we all did pay for tickets.
We packed into the elevator and got our on the roof of the basilica. Such a beautiful view even from there. We started our climb. The staircases are really narrow and barely big enough for me to fit through. I can't imagine what it was like for a couple of the guys on my trip that are linebacker-sized. When you get closer to the top, the halways slant becasue you're actually in the dome (it's built with two shells, one inside the other).
When we got out on the top it was amazing. You literally had a 360 degree, arial view of the city. I forgot how big Rome is, but it reaches all the way to the mountains. We went up at around 6ish so the sunset was just beginning when we were up there and that made the view even better. It was packed though! So many people trying to get close to the edge and look out. I was pretty nervous that my precious camera was going to fall over the edge as I was taking some shots so I had that thing wrapped, double wrapped, and triple wraped around my wrist.
We had to come down becasue the dome closes at night, but even being on the roof of the basilica was amazing.
We ended the night with a "Girls Night" with our director's daughter, eating stuffed peppers and playing some highly entertaining games of MASH. I forgot how fun that is :) Mental note roommies, MASH will be a recurring phenomena when I come back.
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