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Home sweet home… SERIOUSLY

FINALLY back home!

I love the sound of the crickets and the dew on my toes in the moring here. I didnt even realize, but I haven’t heard a song bird since we left. I really missed this place.

We got off the flight from Rome (FCO) to Atlanta (ATL) after 10 hours. We added it up, it was basically like waking up at 11:30 MS time. So we landed at like 3 and had to go through customs and security. That was intenst. Makes me never want to leave the country again. I’ve noticed, going into Italy and into Mexico.. not so bad. Coming back however, little bit different. Trust me.. the airports are doing their job now.

So we got to ATL, had to run around to catch the plane to Jackson. I got a double cheese burger, only mayo and ketchup, from Burger King there in the airport. It was DELIGHTFUL. She understood every word I said.

Ok, so here is the fun part of my story. I got a little sickish (I get car sick real easy anyway) about the last 2 hours of the FCO-ATL plane ride. We weren’t down long enough for me to really get over it. So we get on this little plane to go to Jackson. VERY nice gentleman sitting next to me helped me a little by asking me questions and us talking some. I’m sure he thought I was being rude because I kept leaning over and putting my head in my hands. I was praying I didn’t need to use that little plastic/paper bag they had. Really.

So we finally landed. YAY for MS! We got off, I ran to a bathroom and the urge to vomit went away. We walked a little further and I saw Bruce.

Lovely Bruce. Best thing I’d seen all 2 weeks. A familiar face. I hugged him and he grabbed my bags. It felt nice walking without having to pull those. No one it Italy was nice. I love my dad. He’s the best. He came and got me even though Gab’s mom was coming to get her. Ms. Vicki couldn’t wait to see Gabs, and I’m guessing Bruce was kinda that way with me.

We walked to his truck and he kept saying.. “You twoo look pretty tired… more tired than I’ve ever seen you…” Well.. yeah. Pretty tired. We drove home. Bruce kept me talking, and told me about stuff going on in town to keep me awake. He kept saying, “I think if I stop talking you’ll be asleep…” That was true. We finally pulled up at my house.. It looked so perfect.

Out came my husband. It was hard to not cry. This was the man I missed more than any person alive. I wanted to just stand there and hold him, but I had to keep moving or I would just crumble I was so tired.

We came inside, I gave Bruce his presents (T-Shirt and a glass swan made from Murano glass). He said bye, and I thanked him again for coming to get me.

I sat down holding Wes for just a second then Wes showed me around the house. He cleaned it up real nice, finished up a lot of stuff, hung some pictures on the wall. It looked so good. He bought me these two owl decorations for our living room. Really cute.

He had cleaned up every room, made up our bed, done all the clothes. He’s a great man. We got to our bedroom and I excused myself to the bathroom and proceeded to vomit. I was sick.

My head was pounding and believe it or not it felt good to get all that out of me. I felt a lot better, and then I stood up and it came again. Flying SUCKS.

I ended up laying around. Wes went and bought me ham sandwich stuff for supper (thats what I wanted really bad when we landed in ATL). I didn’t even eat. I knew if I did it would come right back up.

Then I went to bed at 8:30. I had such fun the past 2 weeks, but I am so glad to be home. There truly is no place like home. That leads me to….

Things I missed that I didn’t even realize I missed about home:

  1. Bird singing in the morning, Crickets chirping all day long.
  2. Ceiling fans.
  3. Ice all the way to the brim in my cup, and free refills.
  4. being barefoot in my house.
  5. Wesley’s voice.
  6. My couch (dang it is comfortable).
  7. Watering my plants in the morning.
  8. Tiding up around my house.
  9. the sound of Wesley working outside (tools clanking together, the sound of wratchets)
  10. My dog’s bark. I normally scream at her for barking, but that baby can bark all day and I’ll listen to her.

7/22/09 Last day in Rome (pt.2)

So today is winding down. Finally. It was a long one.

I wrote after we left the Colosseum. I took a 30 minute nap and then we headed off to Piazza de Popolo (Piazza of the People). We checked out the view again, and walked around until the small church on the corner opened. Gabby is reading Angels and Demons, and wanted to see all the main places, so we trekked around Rome to see them all. I guess I should read the book now, I mean since I’ve seen all the locations.

Anyway, the little church here was beyond creepy. They had music playing, it was very monotone organ music. Very eery. We left there and went to another small chappel and saw… something. Also more creepiness here. Skulls and tombs. Not your average baptist church. (haha).

Then we headed back to the Forums. We walked around a while there. Honestly it all looked the same and we were about to die (seriously), so we went and got some food. We ate at the same little place we went before. We bot got cokes and hot dogs and it was 9 euro total. Not too shabby.

We came back and I was checkin for the easiest way to get back to the airport and I looked up the times to the post office so I could mail the postcards I got some people. They closed at 6:00. It was 5:38 when I checked my phone. I was off.

Gab’s was still in some pain (wimp) and so I ran down the stairs and hopped on the metro. I got to the post office finally, to see that it was already closed. I asked a lady if the other one in the train station might still be open. She said it stayed open til like 10pm. I hurried anyway. Glad I did. They closed at 6 too, and i walked up at 5:55. There was a lady at the door and she stopped me and asked what I was doing. I told her all I needed was to mail these postcards. I think she saw the look of distress in my eyes, and she let me through and I got them mailed. So if you get one.. be thankful I mailed it and didn’t just bring it to you. I’ll beat them home though. So be looking for them… next week or so.

I came back to the room and I’m about to upload some pictures, pack my bags (thankfully) for the last time, take a shower (I smell REALLY bad), and go to bed. Gotta be up early in the morning to catch my plane back to the STATES!

I have very much enjoyed writing about my “adventures” in Italy and I hope you all have enjoyed reading them and looking at the pictures. I’ll try and keep blogging, maybe about day to day stuff, and maybe my devotions. I love you all, and WILL see you soon!

not ciao anymore… BYE YA’LL!

7/22/09 Last day in Rome (pt.1)

I woke up this morning, after a wonderful nights sleep at 7 am. We were supposed to be AT St. Peter’s at 7. Oh well. We got there at 8, no line at all. Then we paid 5 euro to walk to the top of this thing. Are you kidding me? It was well over 300 steps. We were hurting (and sweating) a lot by the time we got to the top. Thank goodness it was so far above everything else we had an amazing view. We took several pictures then saw that they had a little cafe on the roof. We got a BIG cold coke for 2 euro. Best 2 euro I’ve spent here.

Then we went back down the other 300 steps and got into the actual Basilica. AMAZING. The Pieta was beautiful. The church (which can hold I believe 60,000) was huge. They house many past popes bodies there. In GLASS caskets. Yup, you can see them. Kinda cool.. also kinda gross. We saw them getting ready for church, then we heard this bell. Out comes a priest, led by two men and followed by men in suits. We thought it was the Pope, but I just looked it up and it wasn’t. Oh well, still pretty cool.

We left there and went back to our room for a minute, then headed to the Colosseum. There must have been 1000 people in line (at least) and we got to walk right past all of them. If you ever go to Rome, DEFINATELY buy your tickets in advance. Saved us probably 3+ hours (today alone). Well worth the extra 2 euro you pay to book online.

So we went in to the Colosseum and walked around it for a while. Again, this thing is massive. Amazing, but also massive. We took lots of pictures and it started getting crowded so we bolted. We found this little resturant right down from where we are staying. Its like you pick out what you want (kind of like at Ramey’s). It was delish. Some of the best food we’ve had. Well, I’m beyond tired now. I guess I’ll take a little nap. I’ll probably do one more post before we leave tomorrow.

Did I mention that we leave tomorrow? We are so excited about that. We counted down the days until we got here, and now we are counting down the hours until we leave. We miss our familys. We miss our language. And our Food. And our Cold drinks. And our A/C. And a lot of other stuff that I could list that will make me even more homesick. See you all soon.

7/21/09 Back in Rome

Glad to be back in Rome. Things actually look familiar, we know how to get around quickly on the Metro. Its like a HUGE home (6,000 miles away) from home. We went out tonight and took pictures of the Colosseum at night. Really pretty. This thing is HUGE. We are going to it tomorrow to actually go in and walk around and stuff. We are going to St. Peters tomorrow morning at 7 (gonna beat the crowds). Then we go to the Colosseum at 9am. Busy day.

This afternoon we decided to stop and eat at this little panini place. They had big cokes with ice so we thought, YESSSSS. ICE cold (not just kinda cold) cokes. So we ordered our 4euro paninis and decided to sit. We got up to pay and each of our totals was 11,50 euro.. Ok, so where did the other 7,50 euro come from? Turns out, when you sit down to eat at this place, you have what they call a “cover charge”. This made our 4 euro paninis, 6 euro. Add in our 5,50 drink and you’ve got 11,50. RIDICULOUS. Which brings me to…

My list of things I will NOT miss about Italy…

  1. Not having my husband or my family around.
  2. Cover charges, and you needing to leave a tip too (we don’t… oh well).
  3. Not cold drinks
  4. Hot orange juice and hot milk (kind of goes with 3).
  5. Women wearing all white. Yes, white shirt, white pants, and white shoes with a white hat. WHY?
  6. Seeing women’s underwear (and/or nipples) through their white shirts and pants. Seriously, its called nude tone.
  7. Not understanding ANYTHING people say.
  8. Men in colorful, tight pants. Ugh.
  9. Pushy street vendors.
  10. People not getting out of your way, people stopping right in front of you, and people walking in front of you whilst you take a photo.
  11. Man purses.
  12. Paying 3 euro (which is like 5 dollars) for something not worth 1 dollar.

Please don’t get me wrong, I’ve had more fun and seen so many awesome amazing things here. Its still kind of unreal. But I’ve learned more than anything..


7/21/09 back in Rome!

Train ride was long. We got in earlier than we thought. We are in Rome again. This time, we are staying at a different Ape Latina (just a different branch). It is MUCH nicer. Air conditioning, refridgerator, microwave. Nice. We are excited. Sleeping good the last two nights.

Today we saw something amazing. We went to The Church of Scala Santa. In this church they have the steps brough from Pontious Pilot’s palace. These are the steps believed to have been walked up and down by Jesus Christ when he was being judged by Pilot. They have now been encased in wood to protect them. The only way to go up the steps, is on your knees.

Gabby and I hit those 28 marble steps and climbe up them with the catholics. It was intense to say the least. To think that my saviors feet actually touched that. Simply amazing.

More blog Later.