WHEN IN ROME…..can’t say that too many times (especially if it is your intention to use the phrase inappropriately as often as possible) . The entire Schenck family flew into Rome on the 24th for our much anticipated reunion with Manda and Jess. Lots of hugs and kisses and then a week long laugh-a-thon.
While Manda and Jess like to “experience” a destination, the rest of us are just tourists—big hats, cameras hung around the neck and sensible shoes—cool sunglasses too. Checked out the Vatican and St. Peters only to find out the Pope was in Australia (probably trying to stay out of the path of destruction that will likely follow Jess and Manda’s exit from Italy); climbed on some ancient ruins in the colliseum, laid on the floor in the panthenon to get the best angle for a picture of the ceiling, and jumped, cartwheeled, wrestled our way around the city posing in front of every ancient armless/headless/noseless and sometimes even bodyless (only the foot was left) naked marble statue we passed. In my opinion you just can’t see too many broken pieces of marble. The ones that were too small to be displayed standing, were put in glass cases--lots and lots and lots of marble.
And what about that Sistine Chapel—boy could that guy paint! However, a trip to the chapel is not complete until the museum guard shouts over and over and over again--“no photo in the Sistine Chapel, no photo, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, quiet in the Sistine Chapel, no photo” It’s like a song you have to sing all day long, and, we did. As for the Spanish Steps—there are just too many.
We tried, but failed, to “experience” every gelato stand in Rome—I’m no quiter and think we should return to finish what we started. Lots of Italian beer, lemoncello and amaretto. (OK no beer for me, but I had doubles on the others).
We took a day trip to Naples under the pretence of seeing the ancient ruins of Herculeum, but it was really only an excuse to get the “world’s best pizza.” That’s right, we each had our own pie and are proud of it. Was it the world’s best? Manda says it was and I’m not going to argue. Here is a picture of us imitating sculptures... before we engorged ourselves with pizza (click on the image for a better view).
The traveling sisters even had a friend visit them while in Rome. Everywhere they go, someone wants to see them. So, just have to mention that Ryan from Holland, Pennsylvania, stopped by for a visit after spending 5 months in India and because we didn’t want him to feel homesick, we took him to an Indian restaurant—in Rome!!!!
The girls kept us entertained with “original” poems. Clearly, they are getting an ed-u-mocation that inspires them to write their poetry. And the beer helps with the rhyming!.
On the 1st, Erin headed back to DC, Jas, Eric and I to NY and Jess and Manda to Portugal. (not sure what happened to Ryan). There weren’t as many tears leaving them this time. They certainly have been able to take good care of each other. They looked great, healthy, happy and confident and oh so pretty!
When in Rome…..
7 comments:
It is a sad day when the individual who writes the blog also has to write the comments.
well i guess that means its our turn to leave a comment...
roma was beautiful, but what is rome when you have mrs. schenck to look at? we were spoiled rotten by all the schencks (who, to my great disappointment, changed the pronunciation of their name). yes, it was a litte more fast-pace but can you really complain about that when you are eating gelato for lunch everyday?? that being said, i should throw a shout out to francesco for a lovely afternoon where we experience our very last gelato... and obviously the best (jk schencks). so yes, i blog written by us (and by us, we all know i mean amanda), would have consisted of a million thanks to the schencks (and not just for the room and board), although a special one would go to erin for spooning me every night, one to jas for all the foot rubs, and to the mr and mrs who so warmingly welcomed me into their family (little do they realize how serious i am about moving in with them and, obviously, joining the next family trip in disney world). what what. word. love you all.
Mickey Mouse awaits our arrival.
elo i´m pedro olayo i see your´s travels . i´m stay in toutche whith you my blog it´s in construction. to see better consult a blog whith my friend santiagoribeiro.blogspot.com you have one link to my blog in construction. a ten kisses to you too sorry my english
Well I thought if you girls could get a ghost writer so should I. I searched high and low to no avail. I was so determined to find that person I even spent an afternoon outside the emergency room looking for another klutz with a broken foot or whatever (my theory is if their talent isn't walking without maiming themselves maybe writing is) but as you see here I am. Rome, oh it is just the best, one question though how much lemoncello or whatever was consumed prior to finding the best views were while lying on your backs in public places (not judging just wondering?). Miss you guys, be well, safe and don't forget about fiber.
after going to pedro's blog site, it occurred to me that you grils could have built multi-lingual capabilities on your site??, but then again I can't get more pictures then a kid on a train lately!
What what what are you people talking about?
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