Catching the bus

Between my parents being here visiting and spending time with them, a trip with them to Rome, a few translation projects, English students, and one other very important thing that I’ll mention later, I’ve been very busy lately. I haven’t had time to read any of my favorite blogs, let alone write mine.

As I mentioned, we took a trip to Rome with my parents. Rather than having to deal with driving there, we took the bus instead. There was only one problem. I had the tickets in my purse and the night before, I decided to change purses. No big deal, right? Wrong. I did something that is really out of character for me. I forgot to transfer the tickets from one purse to another. I had everything else, just not them.

The morning we left, O must have asked me 4 times if I had my camera and extra battery. But, did he ask me about the tickets? No….

So, we’re driving along and we get about 1/2 of the way to Vasto where we’re going to pick up the bus and we see 3 buses go by all in a row. O comments about how everyone must be going to Rome and I said, “*&%$ non ho i biglietti.” To which he said, “Come non hai i biglietti?” and a few other choice words. In the end, we made a quick turnaround, taking the back way to get the tickets. Of course, the back way meant going past (more like through) the tile factory so our black car turned a nice pasty gray by the time we were done.

Amazingly enough, we managed to go back, get the tickets, and make it to the bus stop in time. It’s a half hour drive from where we live to the bus stop. Now, since we were already halfway there meant that we had to go back halfway and return. It should have been a 45 minute drive.

So, here are some photos from Rome. Rather than show you the stuff that everyone sees, I focused on some of the things that amaze me – basically, the sculptures. How these artists managed to craft such lifelike images out of stone, I’ll never know. It required a patience that you would be hard-pressed to find in anyone today. When I think of modern sculpture I think of things like bent steel I-beams or other masses of metal that have been placed in front of buildings and given some fanciful name. Sorry, but I really don’t appreciate a lot of modern sculpture.

How can you compare that with the way this foot was sculpted?

Or this hand?

Or this one?

And, doesn’t this look like real material?

All of these are sculptures located in St. Peter’s and I couldn’t resist adding a picture of one of the holy water fonts

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