Italy: Rome Wasn't Built In a Day

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Robert Browning said, "Everyone soon or late comes round by Rome." So I guess it was our turn.  We took an open air bus tour on our second day and saw the lay of the land.  It is an impressive city, even by bus.  So sitting on the top of a green double-decker bus with our green ear buds in, we did our best to soak up as much of the city and its history as we possibly could, knowing our legs wouldn't take us to all the beauties it had to offer.

"The Creator made Italy from designs of Michaelangelo." Mark Twain



Vittoriano (The Victor Emmanual Monument)



 The Colosseum (Colosseo) - Don't you love all the bald heads of the German tourists on our bus?

 "Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life." Anna Akhmatova



Campidoglio (Capitol Hill Square)



"Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!" Percy Bysshe Shelley





The Church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin where the Bocca della Verita (Mouth of Truth) is located - remember Roman Holiday?

The Palatine (where the emperors lived and from which we get our word "palace." This is where Rome began.

A Catholic Mass being held above Circus Maximus where many Christians were killed.



There were several masses being held on that Sunday.  Circus Maximus was also a private chariot race course for the emperors of Rome.



Abbey didn't mind her first encounter with a Roman Centurion . . . . . .

. . . until he asked her dad if she was an obedient daughter and offerred to inflict a severe punishment!



"Traveling is the ruin of all happiness! There's no looking at a building after seeing Italy." Fanny Burney

Our stop at the Vittoriano (Victor Emmanuel Monument) was our first real up close look at the architecture of Rome.  This monument, to Italy's first king built to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the country's unification, was gigantic, including the 43 foot statue of the king on the horse which is the biggest equestrian statue in the world.  The king's moustache alone is over five feet wide, and a person could fit into the horse's hoof.  So what I'm saying is that everything about it speaks of SIZE.  It is over the top, and it came to be known as "the wedding cake" to the Allied troops when they invaded Italy at the end of World War II.  I understand that Romans don't like the structure all that much and call it "the typewriter" or "the dentures." I think they are most upset at the placement of this inferior building on a priceless acre of ancient Rome.  Soldiers guard Italy's Tomb of the Unknown Solder with the eternal flame here.

We investigated the Museum of the Risorgimento at the monument where they had an exhibit of artsy flags from a national contest.

The view of Rome from this monument was the best part of the building.

There is nothing like Italian sculpture, but we were just getting started.

We walked along the Via Dei Fori Imperiali street that was closed for Sunday strollers. 

I can't even name all the ruins that we saw along our stroll from the Vittorino to the Colosseum, but they included the Roman Forum, the Temple of Saturn, The House of the Vestal Virgins, and the Mamertine Prison where the apostle Peter was chained and baptized his jailers who were later martyred.



There were a lot of street performers and these are some of the most interesting.  Many of them played hauntingly beautiful music, but some of them were just downright terrible and out of place, like the quasi Native American Indians with their drums and feather headdresses who weren't worthy of a photo.

Near the Colosseum is the Arch of Constantine built in 312 to celebrate Constantine's victory over Maxentius in the battle of the Milvian Bridge - you know that one battle which was one of the great turning points in history and allowed Christianity to become legalized.  :)  Constantine was no dummy and had the arch covered with exquisite recycled carvings of high Roman art that glorified previous emperors - Hadrian, Marcus Aurelilus, Trajan, and Augustus.  Constantine hung on to the glorious Roman past and took his place with the big dogs.

Wasn't the sky gorgeous?!

The Colosseum is 2,000 years old and looks it!  This is the embodiment of the magnificence of Roman engineering in how they pioneered the use of concrete and the rounded arch.  Its real name is the Flavian Amphitheater.  Nero's gigantic long ago destroyed statue called the Colossus was adjacent to the ampitheater and it is where the Colosseum name came from.  This is where the gladiators did their thing.  This was where the Romans got their kicks watching animals hunt each other and then criminals and gladiators hunting the victorious animals and humans.  They would even have mock sea fights called naumachiae where they flooded the arena with water.  I guess this was the ancient version of Survivor, complete with animal lifting elevators that would rise from the subterranean holding cells to surprise the entranced audiences and elaborate sets designed by professionals.  There was even an enormous canvas awning that could be hoisted over the spectators' heads for shade - it just required a full-time army of sailors on site to pull it into place.  Listening to our guide tell of the brutal cruelty that was witnessed by 50,000 bloodthirsty people at a time made me think of The Hunger Games series of books I read recently.

Our guide was well-informed and entertaining as she used her delicate, very expressive Italian hands to describe the building and horrors of the arena.  She said it is a myth that Christians were killed in the Colosseum, but they were killed in the Circus Maximus.

You can see the subterranean maze here that would have been underneath the arena floor during the Colosseum's heyday.  It is amazing to think of the "modern" technology they had with the elevators.  Instead of machine powered though, they were slaved powered. 

The cross marks the area where the emperor would sit and watch the games as they unfolded.  There were over 100 festival days each year during the Flavian Empire which were national holidays of celebration and entertainment.  Our guide told us that there was a very intricate system in place to protect the audience from the wild animals and cutthroat antics in the ring - archers were positioned every few feet at the perimeter to kill anything that crossed the line and threatened the crowd. They say they are still uncovering ruins with animal skeletons from the killing that took place.  Yuck!

Vogue . . vogue . . . vogue . . . vogue

Abbey is a pretty good photographer, don't you think?

Eating in Italy was always a pleasure, but I made the mistake of ordering this.  My idea of prawns has nothing to do with eyeballs staring at me, so Brett was delighted to help out and Abbey was kind enough to share her pizza.  Italy is the place for kids to eat.  Pizza, pasta, mac and cheese, and gelato every day!

This was one of the happiest surprises of our trip.  This Vincent Van Gogh exhibit featured many of his self-portraits and the famous cypress trees painting.  There is nothing like glorious art in person and Van Gogh's thick paint strokes were divine.

The sun was starting to set so we decided to hop on the green bus and end our touring where it began.  We headed back to the hotel and enjoyed a very chilly ride through the sparkling city.  I think Abbey was feeling blessed that she didn't have more energetic parents at this point.  She was well on her way to sleep and, even though she is ten, she let her dad hold her on his lap because he is a human heater.





Italy: When In Rome . . . .

We spent our Eid holiday in the beautiful country of Italy.  Brett was invited to deliver a research paper in Venice at an architecture conference, so we thought we would see as much of the Italian world as possible in one week's time.  I know, impossible, right?  But it was worth a shot.  We landed at the DaVinci airport in Rome and entered the city by driving right under the impressive Aurelian Wall that at one time surrounded the whole city for protection.  The existing wall was built in 270 AD but there has been a wall of some kind around Rome since the 6th century BC.  Our driver mentioned that the twelve mile long wall had a state-of-the-art aqueduct system that carried water from the Tiber River all around the city.  It must have been quite impressive to live in a city with such a modern convenience for that time.  Our entry through the wall initiated a stroll (or should I say race?) back in time and we soon found ourselves confronted with the wonders of Rome's ancient magnificence.

Our driver pointed out the beautiful "vine" trees (pine trees) and these trees, with their iconic trimming, seemed to further our journey back through the ages.  

On a more current note, the smart cars are very prolific in Rome, and after seeing some of the impressive parking jobs, we knew why.  These two cars were actually miles apart compared to some of the sardine-like parked cars along the streets.

Have you ever seen a Mercedes min-van?  Neither had I until Mario picked us up at the airport and whisked us through the streets of Rome to our hotel.  It seemed appropriate for us to be flying through the crowded streets of Italy with someone named "Mario" at the wheel.  I asked him twice if his driving ever got compared to Mario Andretti's racing prowess.  I don't think his English was up to that kind of conversation, so he just nodded and smiled. 

Abbey loved the revolving door at our hotel:  the Radisson Blu es

We made the mistake of letting the university HR department make our travel arrangements and this hotel was supposed to be a modern delight.  Well, more about that later, but the lobby was pretty cool. 

Our first true Italian meal was heavenly.  I had spaghetti bolognese, Abbey had ravioli, and Brett had a seafood pasta dish complete with calamari, mussels, and clams.

Yes, your mouth is probably watering at this point.  So is mine just remembering!

Here is the preferred mode of transportation on the busy streets of Rome.  It scared me to death just watching the scooters weave in and out of the traffic jams.  This restaurant was a winner we tried later in the week, and the Fettucini Alfredo with bacon and snow peas I had was the best I have ever tasted. 

 Our first activity was a mile-long night walk across Rome.  We took a taxi to Camp de' Fiori (Field of Flowers) where the statue of Giordano Bruno, an intellectual heretic who was burned on the spot in 1600 overlooks a busy produce and flower market.  By the time we got there, only the flowers decorated the square.  It was beautiful and a great place to start our tastes of Rome.

After dinner there was a call for the delectable taste of Italian gelato and as you can see, choosing only two flavors was difficult. 

We averaged one gelato a day and Abbey had it twice one day!  On an especially exhausting night Brett went on a hunt for some good Chinese food (our hotel was in the heart of the Chinese shop section of town), but because his Chinese isn't up to par and the delicacies he beheld were unrecognizable, he brought gelato and pastries back to the hotel for our dinner enjoyment.  He felt like he had failed, but Abbey and I remember that as one of the best meals we had.  Only on vacation, right?

Our walk continued to Piazza Navona with the Four Rivers Fountain in the middle.  There were street musicians, artists (poor ones), and many outdoor diners tasting their overpriced pasta.  The fountain was created by Gian Lorenzo Bernini and it displays four river gods (representing the four continents that were know in 1650) supporting and Egyptian obelisk that once stood on the ancient Appian Way before Bernini had it moved here. The Nile, the Ganges, the Rio de la Plata, and the Danube all gush forth in this interesting water display. The details of every fountain, obelisk, and statue amazed me in Italy. There was so much to focus on, but we continued our walk, missing a lot of the small delights in our rush to Brett's longed-for Pantheon visit.

                                                      

This is the face of a very happy guy.  The Pantheon is an architectural wonder and was built by Emperor Hadrian (A.D. 120).  The domed room inside inspired later famous domes including Michelangelo's St. Peter's and Brunelleschi's Duomo in Florence.  Even though Emperor Hadrian commissioned the building of the structure he is one of the few rulers who recognized the artistic genius of the builder and had M. Agrippa credited on the impressive entry.  Oh, Brett couldn't stop smiling. 

The Trevi Fountain was our next major stop and these very disappointing photos do not do Nicola Salvi's masterpiece justice.  Romans liked to show off how much water they were able to bring into the city with their aqueduct system so fountains were built in abundance.  This one was built in 1762 and it is glorious in person.

By this time we were too tired to continue on to the Piazza di Spagna with the popular Spanish Steps.  I think if we would have pushed Abbey down one more cobbled street that night she would have disowned us.  As it was, she was the most patient ten-year-old traveler ever and we usually ran out of energy before she did, even in the museums!  So we headed back to the hotel and called our first day in Rome a success.

Six Things I Want You to Know About Diabetes

Yesterday was Diabetic Blog Day (who knew and didn't tell me?!) so I thought I would add my six things I want you to know about diabetes to this year's theme.  Yes, I have Type 1 Diabetes and I capitalize that word, not because my English skills require it (it is definitely NOT a proper noun), but because it dominates my life much like my two-year-old grandson does his mom when she is on the phone and he wants her attention NOW.

1.  THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS JUVENILE OR ADULT ONSET DIABETES ANYMORE.  There is Type 1 (insulin dependent) and Type 2 (oral medication and/or diet controlled diabetes).  The last thirty years have seen a dramatic increase in the number of adults who develop Type 1 Diabetes so the experts have taken away the "juvenile" label for good.  New Type 1 diabetics come in all ages these days.  I feel blessed that I wasn't diabetic until age 26 which allowed me to have two healthy low-risk pregnancies and many carefree years before the diabetic monster arrived at my front door.

2.  I DID NOT CAUSE THIS.  Right after I was diagnosed with diabetes someone close to me kept suggesting that my eating habits or the anti-depressant I was taking had brought this curse to my life.  I think that person was just trying to understand something that is incomprehensible, but as a result, I took on a lot of unnecessary guilt.  When you meet someone with diabetes you can't assume anything.  If they are overweight, it doesn't mean they are a lazy couch potato and have Type 2.  Insulin acts as a weight magnet and diabetics often gain a lot of weight after the initial diagnosis and then battle weight issues continually for various reasons.  Then there are the very thin diabetics who tend to be associated with Type 1, but there are also thin Type 2s.  Lifestyle does play a big role in diabetes and can help somewhat in prevention, but there are other factors as well.  The best thing to remember is that the diabetic club is full of diverse members with all kinds of lifestyles and genetic histories.  Treat each diabetic as an individual instead of a poster child for diabetes.  I was a poster mom for my local hospital's healthy diabetic pregnancy campaign in 2001 and it isn't fun to have someone at the ward party ask you why you are eating a piece of pie if your picture is in the hospital elevator symbolizing diabetic health.  Which leads me to my next point.

3.  JUST BECAUSE I HAVE DIABETES DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T EAT SUGAR!  Sugar is definitely not a preferred dietary item for anyone, but the true enemy of all diabetics is the carbohydrate, and every food item eventually turns to some sort of carbohydrate, even proteins and fats.  It is just a matter of how quickly that food item breaks down into a carbohydrate with that person's metabolism.  Some people with diabetes appreciate their family and friends helping them resist those tempting foods but some don't.  If your favorite diabetic wants your help with their dietary choices they will ask for it.  Otherwise, keep the food comments AND JUDGEMENTS to yourself.  You can't judge a diabetic by what they eat.  All diabetics have different ways of managing their disease.  I use an insulin pump and quick acting insulin.  Others use multiple injections, diabetic medications, or just diet.  Oh, and don't buy sugar free treats for your diabetic unless they have told you they like them.  Sugar free is a marketing tool that is nothing but a LIE.  EVERYTHING you eat turns to some form of sugar, even the so-called sugar free items.  I would rather eat a real Heath bar and cover it (a cool way of saying dosing) with insulin than a tasteless sugar free chocolate and have to cover it with insulin anyway.


My pink insulin pump

 4.  IF YOU SEE ME EATING FRUIT SNACKS IN PUBLIC IT IS NOT BECAUSE I LOVE THOSE STICKY BITE-SIZED YUMMIES.  I can't tell you how many times I have been in church and had a blood sugar low (some call them insulin reactions) and had to eat my last package of fruit snacks in front of some wide-eyed three-year-old who thinks, and sometimes proclaims aloud, that I am the most selfish lady they know.  And yes, I drag around a gigantic purse because I feel like I must have a miniature diabetic first aid station with me wherever I go, especially in the Middle East.  I carry fruit snacks (sometimes enough to share so I don't get those looks of betrayal), a glucometer with needed supplies, pump batteries, and a glucagon injection kit in case I have given my last package of fruit snacks away out of pity, and wind up unresponsive on the floor.  At home, when I ask someone to get me some orange juice, that is code for "Mom's having a low blood sugar and needs fast sugar NOW!"

5.  I HAVE DIABETES; IT DOESN'T HAVE ME.  Yes, diabetes is a big part of my life, especially now that I have had it for over twenty years, but I have so many other wonderful parts to my identity, so I have to concentrate on those.  The two Ds in my life that often try and define me are diabetes and depression.  Unfortunately, the two often buddy up on a lot of people and make it especially difficult to make life as normal as possible.  If I think too long about the amount of money, time, and energy I spend on managing this disease and the depression it makes me want to scream.  Brett has a sister with Down's Syndrome.  She passed away in 1990, but I remember how important it was to my mother-in-law for people to refer to Sommer as someone WITH Down's Syndrome instead of a Down's baby.  The slight distinction is important because the former highlights the adjective quality and the latter highlights the thing quality.  An adjective is much easier to put on and take off of your identity than being the thing itself. 

And lastly,

6.  INSULIN IS NOT A CURE FOR DIABETES!   I think our society gets lulled into thinking that there is no urgency when it comes to diabetes.  Yes, research is progressing, but nowhere near the same rate as other more popular diseases like aids and heart disease.  The number of people who suffer from diabetes is astronomical and far outweighs the previous two combined numbers.  As a society we need to start demanding better, more affordable technology and eventually a cure.  The Middle East has some of the highest numbers of diabetics, yet even though I presently live in one of the world's richest countries in the Middle East, insulin pumps are rare in Qatar.  When I go to the doctor here my pump is an oddity and the nurses gather around for a lesson and demonstration. 

I read today someone describe diabetes as a bully and a sore loser and yes it is.  This disease is relentless and is constantly throwing temper tantrums - keeping with my analogy at the beginning.  Just like my daughter has to choose when and how to pay attention to her sweetly demanding two-year-old when she is on the phone, so must I choose when to let diabetes run the show and when to let it take a back seat.  But hey, I have stabbed myself with sharp objects more than 3000 times in the last 365 days so I am definitely tough enough to deal with bullies and sore losers.  Take that, Diabetes!!!