The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was more spectacular than the Italian parliament (or the Viennese beauty I pass by so many days). After visiting the Vatican and Colosseum, you might think that it is no longer easy to be overwhelmed by massive buildings. The scale is hard to fathom. Instead of posting any of my own pictures, I give you:
| Yes, those little dots are soldiers. No, the full building is not shown in this image. |
This experience was even more endearing, for the socializing I was able to do. On the observation level, I asked a gentleman where he had purchased the poppy adorning his collar (this being but a few days before Remembrance Day). He replied that he had purchased it in London. After he ate with his wife in the café, he gifted it to me, saying he would find another. My panini purchase had netted me a great meal, and also a Brazilian tablemate from the line. A lawyer on a language learning vacation, she was a delightful companion to wander more ruins and share stories with. (She saw Richard Gere at the Vatican apparently.)
Despite feeling immensely better than the day prior, the cold was yet settled in my lungs. I still wonder at the thoughts going through her head, and those around us, when upon entrance to a massive cathedral, my body was wracked with spasms and I was forced to run out of the church like an exorcised demon. She gave me a cough drop.
| Ciao! |
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