Goodbye to Rome

“Arrivederci Roma! Goodbye, goodbye to Rome” - so the crooners of the ‘60s sang. And it’s goodbye from us as well. 

An amazing experience indeed. Lots of people everywhere as befits Rome in a Jubilee Year. Especially Young People. Heaps of them. Not only scouts, but other groups, each group dressed in its own distinctive tribal colours. All following their own distinctive tribal flag. Chanting, occasionally, their own distinctive song. DJ and I weren’t dressed alike, are not young and didn’t need a flag to follow. Still we had fun. 

The funnest was the Fat Tires Tour last night on our bicycles, under the guidance of Marika, our gorgeous leader. Marika took us to beautiful out-of-the-way spots, as well as some of the ‘sights’ like the Spanish Steps. A soft rain fell at times, but gosh we had fun!

I’m going to write on my blog from now on, so switcheroony over to that if you still have the link. I think it’s on Blogspot. 

Toodles!

Funeral of a Pope

Yes. We were there. Jorge's farewell. Who would have thought that DJ and I would shsre this intersection of Time and Space with a just-dead Pope! "What was it like?", I hear you ask. Well it was like this: We could have been anywhere in the wide world. Because of the crowds. We chose to go to the Final Resting Place. And here were MORE people. Buckets of them, with us two squished in the middle. Luckily, the chap in front of us had his mobile phone cranked up with the realtime video on. We watched as the wheeling-in of the coffin took place at Cathedral Santa Maria Maggiore. [Let me say, at this point, that the cathedral of Saint Mary Major is NOT a humble resting place. It's quite grand, in fact, and as such not in accordance with Old Jorge's wishes I dare to say.] I'm going to find a way of adding photos to this blog so have patience and forgive me. Toodles!