Well, I want to go back, I'll say that first.
The first three days were in Rome.
Wed: We flew in late, went to bed.
Thu: Got up early and walked to the Coliseum, the forum, etc. It was fascinating! Next we went to a museum with art from 200 BC. Hard for me to fathom that.
Fri: We went to Vatican City and walked around Vatican Palace. We saved the Sistene Chapel for last and I was glad. I sat there motionless and eventually cried. It was so beautiful. I pulled it together and we headed to St. Peter's. There I saw Michelangelo's Pieta and cried all over again. We saw a few more museums near our hotel and had pizza and gelato for dinner, mmm!
Sat: We went to Pompeii. This was my husband's favorite, so it was nice to see him so pumped, although I have to admit I was a tad bored.
Sun: We drove to the Amalfi Coast and the water was turquoise, no lie!
Mon: More coastal splendor.
Tue: We drove to Tuscany. It looks like it does in movies and pictures. Gorgeous!
Wed: Walked to town alone and hung out with the locals, amazed at how stylish everyone is, even on a weekday!
Thu: Drove to Florence, my favorite city of all! Our hotel was half a block away from the Brunelleschi's Duomo. I stared at the Baptistery doors with my mouth open. Next we went to the Bargello and saw more Michelangelo sculpture and saw Santa Croce.
Fri: Museum Day! Went to the Ufizzi at 8:00 a.m. I was stunned at all that was there! Next was the Accademia. I cried when I saw David. His right side was obstructed by scaffolding so they had pictures of him hanging up and they looked like black and white photos of a human body. I was stunned. Then we walked to the Museo Opera del Duomo which houses the Pieta that Michelangelo was working on for his own tomb. Darn it, I cried again!
I decided then that had I lived during the 1500's, I would have had a torrid affair with Michelangelo. Oh I know he was gay, but I would have worked something out. We walked to Piazza Del Michelangelo, which was his favorite spot to hang out and soak in the sites. I pictured the two of us picnicing there, me plating me hair in the warm Florentine sun, he sketching me in charcoal. Yes, I am that dorky. I cannot recommend Italy enough. Ciao!