Italy is not Spain

We were in Spain for approximately a month. You often hear that the languages of Spain and Italian are related. Tell that to a non bilingual English speaking Canadian with no formal education in Spanish, and even less in Italian. Hola, hablo Englais, Gracias Senor. Not only was it obvious I couldn't speak Italian, I spoke to them as though I thought they were from Spain. I should be dragged into the streets and beaten with an Italian dictionary. Denada.

The train from Pisa to Roma was nice, you can see the beginnings of tuscany, but are taken south along the coast for awhile. It was only a few hours so we were in Rome before you knew it. We spent the first day wandering around some of the more familiar attractions, the Spanish steps, the Pantheon, Trevi Fountain - I have a great ghost story about trevi fountain and it has to do with the window (or is it ) in the top right of this picture. We made sure we steered clear of The Vatican, because Sandy and JP had a special request in with Pope B for a tour. Rope a Pope, Popesical, Pope on a Rope, I'm Poped, Poper Scoper, as he is affectionately known may or may not have informed us that we could choose to wait in line with the rest of the vatican riff raff. So while JP Sandy and Katy all went off to sit at cafe's, seek air conditioning, enjoy iced drinks, I slugged it out in the line for hours days even so we could get a peek at the Sistine Chapel, and St Peter's Basilica. What a good son-in-law/husband I am.