It's been a looong while since I wrote
something about my Europe trip. It's a year ago that I had my trip
but memories of it still lingers. I don't think that I will totally
forget about this however, in any case, it's best to put it in
writing. From Florence, we move further to the ancient city of Rome.
:)
Let me just have a little
introduction... My little nieces just had their first communion last
May... our little angels. I can still remember when I was a kid going
through the same thing with white dresses and feeling like graduating
on a different level. During the month of May, we celebrate the
Flores de Mayo season (translated as Flowers of May, for the
feast of the Lady of Fatima). It is usually at this time of the year
that first communions are being conducted but not entirely only that.
Some cities or towns have grand celebrations with all the “reyna
elenas” and “reyna emperatriz” marching with gowns and crowns
and flowers for this celebration. Aside from these celebrations, for
us kids, we have another sort of gathering. For Catholic kids in our
community, we have like a summer school without the exams.. :D Kids
from all ages gather to learn basic Catholic catechism like stories
from the bible, reciting prayers, and of course sing gospel hymns. I
particularly like the last one... but note that I'm not a singer,
just a sing-er (i.e. sing whatev-er). And since it is summer school
break and almost every kid is there, we were able to play fun team
games after session... not video or computer games but pure
traditional Filipino games with sticks, tin cans, slippers, and a big
place to run around and sweat like crazy... however, this is not my
point.
My point is that, the Philippines has
always been rooted to its Catholic religion and traditions. The
Christmas season is even more unique here in the Philippines that we
have what we call “Misa de Gallo”, a dawn novena mass nine (9)
days before Christmas. This reminds me that I have to wake up super
early tomorrow to get in time with the Misa de Gallo mass at 4:30am.
So as a Catholic, the idea of Europe is usually attached to visiting
some of the holy places like the Vatican. You can say that every
Filipino Catholic (or every Catholic for that matter) would want to
have a pilgrimage to this place. As a Catholic girl myself, I
couldn't help to include it in my to-do list (see #8). And when I
told my mom that I will be able to visit the Rome (and Vatican), I
think that seals the deal for my Europe trip... more like
seals-the-deal-with-God-bless-you-kid permission.
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St. Peter's Basilica and square. |
Aside from Spain, Rome is the most
popular European city for Filipinos. Here, people would definitely
recognize even its Italian name, Roma. As much as I am excited to see
the Vatican City, I'm also excited on what the rest of the Rome
offers. Of course, the priority is still the Vatican (again, #8 in my
to do list). As much as I was sad leaving the fashionable city of
Florence, I was also excited to get into the Rome bandwagon.
Trains and Metro... and Filipinos
The trip from Florence to Rome just
took almost 2 hours... (even less the time it takes to travel from
Zamboanga to Ipil)... during these train trips, we spend it on
reviewing the possible places to go to, playing games, and figuring
out how to find our apartment. During our planning stages, I was a
bit worried about arriving in Rome at night... well actually, in any
places that I've never been to. But since I have someone with me,
that made it less worrisome... and this is Rome, what could get
wrong? (that rhymes!) :)
Anyways, we arrived at Roma Termini and
look for our station on metro bus ride... we took our tickets from
the ticket machines and move on... it was the first terminal that
I've seen that looks more like a mall outside the train rails. On the
other hand, the metro bus feels more like the MRT in Manila with less
crowd... well, more like the train station in New York that you've
seen from the movies. With our luggage tucked with us, we find the
bus for our stop, and move with the crowd to get into the ride... and
the first language that I've heard from inside the bus was...
Filipino. I heard it because they are the only ones talking. Well, we
love to talk in general.. comfort rooms, airport terminals, grocery
stores, and buses are no different. Small world, indeed. So, it's
inevitable that I looked around and there I saw a group of Filipino
workers going home from work. I think two of them looked my way with
a smile and a question in their eyes “Is she a Filipina?”... a
smile back from me acknowledge that. That point, I felt a little
home. When people started to get off the bus, I find myself sitting
next to one of them. We had a small talk, what brings me there and
what brings her there. She is a mother from Batangas going home to
her apartment from work. She was working for years already in Rome
and I can sense from her voice that she misses her family. I have
only been in Europe for more than a week, and during these times I'm
more engrossed in going through from one place to the other but at
that moment, my heart missed my family back home. When we got off the
bus, I shove that melancholy moment out and get back to the reason
why I was there, i.e. to experience Europe... as a Filipina. And
besides, I have to collect as much stories and experience as I can to
be able to share it with my family and friends back home. They will
not forgive me if I just went to Europe and cry my heart out missing
them. And I don't intend to do that. Not in Rome.
Strong man...and Italian police
We walk on that night to find our
apartment... good thing it wasn't that hard to find it. The hostess
warmly greeted us and tour us around the place. But the interesting
demonstration was the door. It was one of those big hardwood doors
with big keys. Sorry, that's the only description I can give with
this door. But she made it sound complicated that it's important that
we know the tricks. It's so important that she even have to see us
practice opening the door. My partner did it and after a successful
first shot, in an admiring tone she looked at me and said “You're a
lucky girl, you have a strong man.” I just looked at him...
smirked.. superman successfully opened the door.. now, this adds up
to our list of inside jokes. :D I tried opening the door myself but
to no avail (maybe once, I was successful)... I was lucky after
all... so, when you travel to Rome, make sure that you have a
“strong” man with you or you are as strong as a man :D.. Rome has
crazy big doors, you don't want to find yourself locked out of your
apartment.
Anyways, moving on... since our place
is just a stone throw away from the Vatican... we decided to have a
walk on St. Peter's Square. It was already late, around 10pm, so
there wasn't much people around... and you can really see the HUGE
basilica to yourself. I'm still out-of-reality hazily wandering my
eyes around the square. Gosh, I am stepping on St. Peter's Square.
The only time that I usually get to see this place if there are news
from the Vatican like the interment of Pope John Paul II or the
election of the new Pope. They always show this place as a backdrop
in their news and now here I am. After a few walks around the square,
my daze and wonder was interrupted by an Italian police car telling
us that the square is closed. The square is closed?! That was a bit
disappointing. Note to self, Italian police are not charming at all.
Pizza... Pizza... and... Rissoto
One of the things that I love about
traveling is the food, of course. And since I'm in Italy, it's super
common that you get to taste their list of standard pizza. I was
trying to remember the names of these pizzas but the one that just
struck me was, Fungi. Unfortunately, my stomach was not in the mood.
I guess, it was fed up with all the different kinds and amount of
cheeses that I consumed. There was even a pizza that just contains
4-layer of cheese on it. My stomach just needs a breather. So on our
first night, we just looked for something familiar, and there I met
Risotto. It was so tasty that I forgot all the pizza that I've
tasted. Maybe one day I'll get my hands on doing this... and also
Ribollita. Good idea for Christmas. :)
Trail of the Bronze Door
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Mission: To get this ticket for the Papal audience |
Back in the apartment and after walking
through St. Peter's Square, I was already eager to already check my
to-do list related to Rome, and I just realized that it's just #8.
Since the basilica is just nearby, this one is easy. While browsing
on what to do & see in Rome, I remembered that the Vatican have
Papal audience every wednesday. I never really place this on my
to-do-list because it might not be so easy to just get in and see the
Pope. And true enough, the website states that you should make
reservations at least 2 weeks before and we only have 2 days before
the Papal audience. But since we are already there, we just have to
take the chance if we can get any tickets. So our journey to the
bronze door began.
The very next day, we just went to the
Information office of the Vatican to ask where we can get a tickets
for the audience. She just mentioned to get into the bronze door.
We're not so sure if she means a colored bronze door or a door made
of bronze. I just thought that maybe Europeans just have a more fancy
name for color brown because I was sure it's not the latter. So we
passed the security check, look around St. Peter's square once more
and could not see any door that looks like an entrance except the
door to the basilica. We then, choose to enter into the basilica.
Moving around the basilica, we did not
find any bronze door. The only door that we found was a huge brown
door but it's locked and doesn't looked like it's an entrance to
anything. (On a side note, the basilica is super duper huge. More on
this on my next entry). We asked one of the guards where's the
entrance to get the ticket to the Papal Audience, and he mentioned
that it's the “bronze door” outside with the Swiss guards. Again,
the bronze door.
So we went out and immediately outside,
on the side of the basilica was a gate guarded by the Swiss guards.
The look on these guards totally says No Entry to civilians.
Although, there are some quite a number of tourists nearby, they are
taking pictures of the of the guards rather than there to get some
tickets. And there doesn't seem anyone else whom you can imagine
asking questions about a ticket, other than the guards. Well, there's
no harm in trying. So I went ahead to the direction of the gate...
imagine, me walking alone on a clear street to the gate with a lot of
eyes looking at me like “where the heck is she going?”. True
enough about the No-Entry-look, immediately one of the guards met me
a distance from the door and asked what I wanted. The same statement
that I've asked before, i.e.
where's-this-bronze-door-where-I-can-get-the-ticket. He mentioned the
gate on the other side of the column. It was only after that I
realize, the gate they were guarding was the actual entrance to the
Vatican compound.
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Our final pitstop for the quest of the bronze door. |
Anyways, we moved on looking for that
elusive bronze door. There we saw another metal gate, light blue in
color with a pair of swiss guards. This time, they look more
“friendly”. So, I just asked the same question. One of them,
asked me how many will I need and I just said 2. He said wait and
went to the guard house cubicle to get something. He gets back
bringing 2 tickets and just told us to be on that same gate an hour
before the specified time to get better seats. And I was like,
“That's it? This is the bronze door?” I was more surprised of
finding how the bronze door really looked rather than having the
tickets on my hand. :D Going through all that, it was both not-easy
and easy to get the tickets. Well, maybe the latter, if you know
where the bronze door is.