Classes were cancelled on Wednesday, but I woke up at 3:30 in the morning to get in line for the Papal Audience at St. Peter\u2019s Basilica. By the time the security gates opened at 7:30, I couldn\u2019t feel my extremities thanks to the cold and incessant rain. Our group had also been edged further back in the \u201cline,\u201d which became more and more like a blob as Italians and nuns pushed their way toward the gate. The nuns don\u2019t hesitate to use elbows, either. We ran to the\u00a0Pope Pall VI Hall where the audience would be held\u00a0and snatched up some good seats toward the front. Before the Pope entered the room, each country in attendance was recognized. It was remarkable\u00a0to hear how many places were represented, how many people traveled so far for\u00a0a pilgrimage of faith. When Papa Francesco finally entered the room, he walked slowly down the center aisle, greeting everyone and shaking hands. With people climbing over each other to reach out to him, it looked oddly similar to a One Direction concert. Almost everyone was standing on a chair just to catch a glimpse. But with smiles everywhere, some people crying with joy, and children jumping up and down trying to see over the crowd, it also reminded me of the scene in The Polar Express <\/em>where the elves form pyramids and do backflips when Santa appears.<\/p>\n The audience was only about an hour long. Each passage of scripture and Pope Francis’s remarks were\u00a0translated about eight times into different languages. I thought I had understood most of what was being said, specifically about the difficulties of fatherhood. However, I later read an article that said\u00a0the Pope had made some controversial commentary about physically disciplining children, which I completely\u00a0missed. My absentmindedness definitely serves as a testament to how limited your mental capacity is after getting only two hours of sleep. If I could do it all over again I\u2019d get the extra sleep and push to the front of the gate, in true Italian fashion. Still, I\u2019m in awe that I had the opportunity to attend such a significant event. When I woke up from a nap later that afternoon, I thought for a moment it had all been a dream.<\/p>\n Also on Wednesday, I had my first calcio (soccer) match! I\u2019d been super nervous about playing since I had never played soccer before, aside from once or twice in high school gym class. During dinner on Wednesday, the SLAs hosted a Welcoming Ceremony before the games started. Pedro asked us to stand and place our hands over our hearts for the Calcio National Anthem, and all of a sudden “Fireball” by Pitbull began blasting through the speakers. We also watched a video compilation of the greatest inspirational speeches of all time, which always pumps me up. After taking the calcio oath of good sportsmanship, my nerves had calmed and I was ready to play.<\/p>\n I watched the first round of teams play for a while before finally my team, Celeste (Light Blue), was up to bat.<\/p>\n I figured the best way to play was to give it my best shot and pretend like I knew what I was doing. I assumed what I considered a \u201cpower stance,\u201d knees bent, shoulders back, and played the defensive position as best I could. Once, the ball hit me square in the thigh, which blocked it from the goal. It was very empowering to have helped my team by simply standing in the right place at the right time, but I gladly took the praise as Pedro shouted from the sideline, \u201cYou\u2019re killin\u2019 it Angie!\u201d Even the teammates who\u00a0are extremely talented at soccer were patient and supportive of those of us who lack skill and experience.<\/p>\n My goal for the next half was to strike the ball instead of just being struck by<\/em> the ball. I managed to complete a pass at one point! It was haphazard, but I definitely was starting to get the hang of it. Celeste defeated team Arancia 6-0! All the teams went out for pizza and beer afterwards, upholding calcio tradition.<\/p>\n Thursday night involved a gelato crawl with my floor. I finally <\/em>went to Giolitti. It was even more amazing than I expected, and conveniently right around the corner from the Pantheon! On Friday, my Art in Rome class met at St. Peter\u2019s Basilica. We learned about the significance of the massive statues of saints, the baroque artwork by Bernini, and saw a Raphael painting. After class, a friend and I went down into the catacombs where numerous former Popes are entombed.<\/p>\n Saturday morning I left for Pompei (the modern city) to see the ruins of Pompeii (the ancient city). We navigated our way through the train station pretty easily, but things got a little hairy on the last leg of our trip (note the European joke), when we had to catch a bus. All of a sudden a lady started speaking to my friend and me in rapid-fire Italian. I desperately uttered, \u201cParlo inglese,\u201d but quickly noted that many Italians could not care less whether or not they\u2019re understood. They just keep talking and talking. The woman told us through various gestures and a few comprehensible phrases to get on the same bus as her, and so that\u2019s basically how we made it to Pompeii.<\/p>\n It\u2019s too bad we didn\u2019t look up directions to the hostel before we got there. We wandered for a couple hours trying to find it, but did stop for some delicious pizza and calzone on the way. We engaged in \u201cDefensive Eating,\u201d not knowing when our next meal would be; I consumed an entire pizza capricciosa. No ragrets.<\/p>\n Long story short, we did not see much of the Pompeii ruins on Day 1. Instead, we got very familiar with the quaint little town of Pompei and had some lovely conversations with the locals (in Italian!).<\/p>\n On Sunday, however, we got up bright and early having slept well in our very accommodating hostel. We Defensive- Ate the free breakfast provided (Cornetti, yogurt, and some sort of tiramisu thing) and set out for the ruins. We saw the main entrance that Pompeiians used, the Forum, the Temple of Jupiter, the House of the Faun, and stumbled upon an old brothel. A comical Rick Steves audio-tour guided us through the experience. What was incredible about Pompeii was the size of the area preserved by the volcanic ash from Mt. Vesuvius’ eruption in 79 AD. The streets were just as they had been when the city was thriving \u2013 before Vesuvius \u201cruined everyone\u2019s plans,\u201d as Rick Steves put it. Seeing the castes of the victims was a sobering experience. One was frozen in a face down position; another with their hands covering their face. I kept thinking of how those last moments played out for the people who had either been too sick or too stubborn to leave.<\/p>\n For the next part of our trip, we took a minibus to the cause of the destruction itself. What\u2019s amazing is that Mt. Vesuvius is still an active volcano, and so many people still live in the area. Our minibus driver, Pasquale, took us partway up the mountain and said, in broken English, \u201cI stop here. Road: ice. Go two kilometers to top.\u201d So we started hiking. Sure enough, 40 minutes later, we reached the furthest point possible (it was too snowy to reach the crater). From there, we had a superb panorama of Capris, Sorrento, and all of Naples. And now I can say I\u2019ve climbed an active volcano!<\/p>\n Finally, Pasquale drove us to Herculaneum, a small, extremely wealthy city that had been engulfed in lava the day after Vesuvius\u2019 first eruption. It stretches stories below the modern city, basically settled in a giant pit. The lava preserved everything so well that many roofs, wooden doors, and walls remain almost entirely intact. Many of the buildings\u00a0are\u00a0mansions of sorts with fascinating art and gorgeous mosaic floors. It was easy to imagine the marketplace bustling with activity and people enjoying their lavish lifestyles. My impression was put into perspective when, just before we left, I glanced down and saw dozens of skeletons piled on top of each other, beyond the arches of cellar-like structures that faced away from Vesuvius.<\/p>\n At the train station in Naples, we had time to spare before our departure so we walked around outside the station to get a feel for the city. I\u2019ve been warned that it\u2019s sketchy, and it\u2019s true. My friend and I didn\u2019t necessarily fear for our lives, but as she puts it, \u201cThe male gaze was strong.\u201d It was certainly disconcerting. We decided that Naples is probably a lovely city when you get a mile past the train station, but we weren\u2019t going to see for ourselves.<\/p>\n I\u2019m deeply sorry for this absurdly long post. If you\u2019re still reading this, thanks for making it through!<\/p>\n Buonasera, miei amici!<\/p>\n![\"Rome](\"http:\/\/blogs.luc.edu\/goglobal\/files\/2015\/02\/Rome-118.jpg\")
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