I walked into the Vatican line, waiting to, see all the Roman architecture and art, very detailed, of an angel, statues and collective colors. SNAP. I took a picture on this tour. It was an outstanding beauty if I saw one. The Pope, tied in an outfit, ever so colorful. The guards stand surrounding, the area. I feel like I am Robert Langdon, from Angels and Demons, ready to solve a mystery, as a professor of linguistics. "Grazie"  I say to one of the fuzzy tall hat guards. The Vatican was built, first by St. Peters Basilica, The Roman sculptures in the Church, many were headless. SNAP! Another picture for another memory. " I need a Vino." I thought to myself. After, walking out of the Vatican, looking at the long crowd, I was back in Rome, Italy. I waited on the side for a taxi speeding the opposite side of the street. "Are you going to the Marriott in Rome Italy?

"Si."  I said. I went into the taxi, with the stench of a new car, mixed with vomit. "What a day!" I think to myself. "What a day."