Why you should buy cheese with cartoons on it.

Something I learned about myself:

Trying to put sugar into your coffee while lying in bed is probably the worst idea ever. I know, I know, this seems obvious. But you know that moment where you have a flash of ‘oh shoot, maybe this isn’t the best idea’ but then muster up enough confidence to try it anyway? Well that was today. After mass this morning, I bought a croissant and cup of American coffee and brought it back to my room to treat myself to breakfast in bed. However, this potentially enjoyable experience became a lot more stressful when my seemingly brilliant idea turned very, very wrong. A picture definitely isn’t necessary, but needless to say I won’t be trying this again anytime soon.

The Best Thing That I Ate:

Just because it was so cute. This is cheese. Why there is a specified ‘kids cheese’, I may never know. But then Italy does a lot of things I don’t understand . . .like making you pay for water and having an utter disregard for traffic rules. Besides the point, when I was grocery shopping on Monday (aka searching for the biggest jar of nutella I could find . . .) I was stressed out trying to pick cheese for my crackers—you can tell my life is pretty tough right now—when my friend Carolann pointed this out to me and at that moment nothing else matters. Suffice it to say my twenty-year-old self counts this cheese designed for two year olds as one of my best purchases so far.

Come on, how could this not be delicious?!

An Adventure I Went On:

Saint Mary Major. I promise that I do other things other than visit churches, but this is worth sharing. This was another visit as a part of my ‘Christology in the City of Rome’ class, and the Church is beautiful! Just beautiful. I am literally in more and more awe of the Roman Catholic Church every time I step foot into another beautiful space like this.  What was really cool was after class got let out a little early (huzzah!) I was able to spend time by myself in and around the Church. After spending some time before the Blessed Sacrament in Adoration (and simultaneously inhaling as much incense as I could) and passive aggressively ignoring the very loud Italian family talking behind me, I set out on my own to Italian class. And by ‘set out’ I mean hopped on the metro three stops, but still, I was proud of myself. You guys may think I have a whacked sense of adventure, but I’m going to Barcelona this weekend so I promise to have more to report. 

Breathtakingly Beautiful.

Posing in front of what is thought to be
remnants from the crib Jesus was born in.                  

You know what they say, they just don't make
them like this anymore. . 

The Craziest/Most Interesting Thing That I Saw:

I am going to refrain from venting about the C-R-A-Z-Y thing I saw earlier today, which was a grown man publically urinating outside one of the four papal basilicas . . .. Instead, I will tell you what a whacked up job Italians do at parking. Let’s just say that if Catholic University’s DPS got a hold of these drivers, it would be the end of them. They literally park EVERYWHERE, sidewalks, in front of bus stops, and on top of each other. Note to self: while trying to fit in walking down the street (one does this by not smiling, walking fast and plowing through any person in your way) you really give yourself away whipping out a camera . . .If you guys can get at least a small glimpse of the insanity that is their parking ‘strategy’, it will all be worth it.

                          

Mayhem.