Traveling Pennies

First, an announcement: the Idiot Quilts are almost done! The first was mailed a couple of days ago, the next will be mailed on Monday, then again on Friday. 🙂 The quilt for Coach’s online fund raiser is 50% complete. Yay! for being productive. (We won’t talk about the tardiness…)

Ever since our trip to Europe last summer and our trip to Disney World the previous October, the kids have been begging for trips. We explained to them that trips cost lots (lots!) of money and we’d need to save lots (lots!) of money.

We’ve cut out iTunes movies and music, trips to the coffee store, dining out, ordering pizza, trips to the money pit Target, and school lunches. We stay home more often, saving gas money. I haven’t had my hair done in…um…yeah…I can’t remember.

My best friend’s family bought me a race entry for my birthday and I was surprised with a half marathon entry by my Hubs, but there will be no more races for the year. This is huge. In a given year, I will enter several races, each costing between $30-$110 each. This doesn’t include travel, hotel, food, and buying stuff at the expos. When I really added up all the races expenses for the past couple of years, I choked. While I know the kids had fun on my race weekends, I know that these were very selfish expenses on my part.

For several weeks now, my youngest has been bringing me stray change “for our next big trip to see Harry Potter”. My heart melts. Tiny little fist full of pennies…to travel the world. The oldest wants to see Paris (she’s enrolled in French language class), and has never complained about the lack of pizza. The middle kiddo wants to go back to London to ride in The Eye again and he’s never whined about missing a movie. It’s pretty cool that they see the world as accessible and they’re willing to give up their little luxuries.

We have bank accounts, of course, but the Chang€ o£ $cener¥ jar is something in the house, something they can focus on, and actively fill. (Online banking is great, but clicking around on a computer is never as satisfying as hearing the chink! of real money.)

How do you encourage your kids to save? What method works best for your family travel goals?

Cheers!

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A Year’s Review in Photos

I don’t really dig those “Christmas Letters” that some people send with their Christmas cards. Heck, this year?… I didn’t even get around to sending cards. (I promise, Dear Friends, someday I’ll make it up to you.) Since its 0500 and I’ve not been to bed yet and New Year’s is only a few days away, I figured I should post something on my blog to “recap” 2013. …’cos…you know…I should.

Our family went snow skiing in the mountains of North Carolina. I'd never been skiing before; I didn't die, so I consider it a success.
Our family went snow skiing in the mountains of North Carolina. I’d never been skiing before; I didn’t die, so I consider it a success.
First ever trail race, a Half-Marathon with my hubby.
First ever trail race, a Half-Marathon with my hubby.
…okay. a LOT of spring rain.
…okay. a LOT of spring rain.
After an 8 hour flight in a C5-Galaxy, the kids were zonked when we finally arrived in Germany.
After an 8 hour flight in a C5-Galaxy, the kids were zonked when we finally arrived in Germany.
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Venice!
a dear Italian lady and her kitchen fire
a dear Italian lady and her kitchen fire
new Italian friends! I didn't understand 90% of what they said, but I love them.
new Italian friends! I didn’t understand 90% of what they said, but I love them.
My son…taking pictures…at the Vatican museum. Joy!!
My son…taking pictures…at the Vatican museum. Joy!!
a really terrible photo of the Pieta inside St. Peter's Basilica. The photo is bad because I was too busy crying to see clearly. THE PIETA. IN REAL LIFE. IN ROME. I said prayers at the tomb of John Paul II, I attended mass, I wept with joy. St. Peter's Basilica…
a really terrible photo of the Pieta inside St. Peter’s Basilica. The photo is bad because I was too busy crying to see clearly. THE PIETA. IN REAL LIFE. IN ROME. I said prayers at the tomb of John Paul II, I attended mass, I wept with joy. St. Peter’s Basilica…
When I remember Bristol, I remember this: cool breezes, soft beds, calm moments after Italy's heated chaos. My daughter was so happy by the water lilies at our hostel.
When I remember Bristol, I remember this: cool breezes, soft beds, calm moments after Italy’s heated chaos. My daughter was so happy by the water lilies at our hostel.
outside a pub in Bristol…nice weirdos are the best kind. :)
outside a pub in Bristol…nice weirdos are the best kind. 🙂
Our family had so much fun finding all the Grommits in Bristol!
Our family had so much fun finding all the Grommits in Bristol!

The Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff was a treat. Seeing the inside of the TARDIS, getting up close to River Song’s relics, hearing the kids debate which of the Doctors was the best… positively priceless memories!
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King's Cross Station, London!
King’s Cross Station, London!
…because kilts, that's why.
…because kilts, that’s why.

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London… loved it!

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the view from The Eye.

Visiting the Harry Potter studios in Leavesden was positively magical. I took about a million photos, but these are a couple of my favorites:

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(A Color Run!)

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I’ve run more miles and travelled more places than I ever have before. I hired a coach and gained a friend. My kids are taller, healthier, happier than they were last year. I love my husband more today than yesterday and we are stronger than ever, looking forward to adventures unknown.

It was a year of carrying around stuff I should never have picked up, then blissfully setting it all back down again. It was a year of being cut to the core by family, of hurting family, of knee-buckling pain. It was a year of learning the power of forgiveness and consequence. Some lessons were really, really hard-learned; I’m sad they needed teaching in the first place, but they will never be forgotten.

2013 was a pretty decent year and I’m glad to have been blessed to live it. If time travel were possible, I don’t think I’d want 2013 back…maybe just stretch out the hugs a little more. I am, without a doubt, eager to put 2013 behind me and embrace the snot out of 2014.

Here’s to an amazing 2014. “…may the earth rise to meet our feet…”

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Harry Potter and the Spitting Camel Child

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The Harry Potter books and movies are some of my favorites of all time. Getting the chance to see behind-the-scenes goodies was something I never dreamed of and I’m still pinching myself.

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(The real chess pieces!!)

While we were waiting for our tour time, we had some sandwiches (we packed a picnic lunch. Cheap!) in the cafe along with several other families. One of the families was busy having an argument. They were speaking a language I don’t understand and the women were wearing scarves which covered everything but their eyes. A teenage boy spit in the face of one of the women during their argument and hit her on top of her head.

The spitting wasn’t just a “p-tooy” spit. It was a wad of nasty looking gunk that landed on her scarf with an audible splat. When he hit her head, she cried out and tried to scoot away on the bench seat. As she was scooting away, another female (all wrapped up, but had the girth of a mom) slapped her shoulder and shook her finger at her. The girl put her head down and wiped the spot from her scarf with a napkin.

I saw that group later in the tour…the girl with the spit-stained scarf had her eyes fixed firmly at the floor.

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(Dumbledor’s stand…every year there’s more and more wax because they really did light candles and let them drip. The crew was on standing orders to not bump the candle wax to ensure none of it broke off.)

At the beginning of the tour, there were a couple of short films about the books and how they became movies. Then Daniel, Emma, and Rupert come out and talked about how they love the crew and they cried when it was over and they were so lucky and magical things really do happen to normal people. By the end of the films, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Then the screen parted and there it was. Hogwarts. My inner child squealed with delight.

When the doors were opened, the Great Hall was in front of us. I had pushed my way was lucky enough to be near the front, so when the doors opened, it was like they were opening just for me.

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the girl with the scarf kept her head down.

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For an extra charge, we rented digital guides narrated by Tom Felton. Malfoy guided us around, offering tidbits of behind the scene info and jokes shared by the cast. The girl with the spotty scarf had a digital guide, but she didn’t have her headphones anywhere near her head.

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I don’t know their situation, but it occurred to me that she looked like someone who’d been around a Dementor and needed chocolate. Here was in a magical place, surrounded by amazing props and scenery, but she wasn’t allowed to enjoy it. Every time she’d look around, the Spitter would raise a hand as if to slap her. The Spitter couldn’t have been more than 13? 14? at the most…

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(The chefs on set really did make a bunch of chocolate for the kids to eat for the chocolate feast.)

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(Those wooden beams are actually painted foam.)

A few times, the Spitter and I made eye contact. He would glare at me and show his teeth. At first, I glared back just because that’s my nature. Later, I smiled and rolled my eyes at him. I tried to stay away from their group, but in a museum-type of setting where everyone wants to see the same cool stuff, sometimes proximity was unavoidable.

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Finally, after Dumbledor’s Office, their group wandered away and I didn’t see them again.

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(A real set of moving/winding stairs was made. It was the hardest thing the crew had to make.)

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During the tour, visitors can jump on a Quidditch broom in front of a green screen and pretend to play the famous wizarding game. Also, they had butter beer!

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Just like at Universal Studios in Florida, the music of Harry Potter movies was piped throughout. With the giant sets and stages and authentic props, I half expected Hermione to pop around a corner and start scolding me.

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(The Ministry set was huge and very elaborate. It was also Daniel Radcliffe’s favorite set.)

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(#4 Privet Drive)

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(Hagrid’s massive animatronic head.)

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(Buckbeak moved! He would blink and move his head…and bow!)

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(Super detailed white-card models.)

The last display is the model of Hogwarts used for aerial shots. It was mammoth. And amazing. And I want it.

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Finally, through Olivander’s store. They really did build a shop filled with 21,000 wand boxes and all the wand boxes really were labelled.

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And they really did destroy the store and blow up a bunch of boxes and glass.

The tour was expensive but it was worth it. The kids had a blast and my daughter, the budding artist, was inspired by the vast world that started on a train from Manchester to London so many years ago. …as The Doctor said, “Good ol’ JK.”

After the tour, we had to hurry to catch trains and find our hotel. We caught a flight back to our starting point and we’re waiting to go home. We’re experiencing a significant hiccup in our travels, but I know that I have my family and I am loved. I know I won’t get spit on by some mutant camel person. It’s been an amazing trip and I’m so glad we’ve done all the things we’ve done…but I’m ready to come home. I’m ready for free tap water and free bathrooms. For my house and my dog. For my kitchen and my bed.

I will keep that girl with the spotty scarf in my prayers…and the camel child, too. It must be hard to be that miserable.

Keep us in your prayers, too, as we make our way home. 🙂

The River Thames Messed Up My Hair

Today was a cold and cloudy day in London. Proper English weather, I’m told.

Our first stop of the day: the filming location for BBC’s Sherlock. Well…the front door, at least. 😉

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Speedy’s was closed. 😦

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While we were stopped there, at least 10 people came by to get snaps of their own. The door is there, the knocker is the same, but obviously the address is different, as this is on North Gower St, not Baker Street. Check out Sherlockology for details on locations.

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Then it was on to Buckingham Palace.

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Wow…this place is huge. Also, the Guards with the fuzzy hats are really far away now. No posing with them, no trying to make them laugh… We’re told it’s a security risk. 😦 I hate bad guys.

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The fountain out front was mammoth. And because my boys refused to move from their spots, there are hundreds of tourists headed home with photobombs. Awesome.

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And the parks…

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And buildings…including Westminster Abbey…

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We headed across the Thames to the London Eye. The crowds were insane! There were street performers and “Guess which cup!” guys and “Take your picherrrr?” girls everywhere. The skies were drizzling rain and the wind was almost bitey. My hair was blowing all over the place and the guy trying to crowd behind me complained to his wife. To her everlasting benefit, she said (in a very Hackney accent), “Your problem, ya know, is that you ain’t got no concept o’ personal space.”

We finally made it through the ques for tickets and made it to The Eye. I did my best to not freak out in the pod…but honestly it was scary/amazing/don’t-look-too-closely-at-the-bolts/wow-it’s-really-windy/cool. The view was worth all the terror-filled thoughts about plunging into Thames or worrying about a fellow pod-goer coughing up The Plague.

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By the time we had a picnic in the park and crossed the river again, my hair had become a curling mass of frizz. The humidity had conspired with the wind to turn my locks into something between Medusa’s snakes and that guy with the 70’s ‘fro.

Stupid River Thames…no consideration. I used the last of my good conditioner for this trip this morning. ((Sigh))

Here are some sights on the way back to the hotel:

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^^^friendly photobomb…^^^

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Snails. They’re everywhere.

Tomorrow: The Warner Bros. Harry Potter studio tour.

Now: The Food Network. The British Food Network is very different from what I’m used to in America. It’s cool…and apparently, “brown sauce” is its own food group. 😉

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Country Sights, City Sights

England is a pretty place in the world.

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My very good friend Celeste opened her home to my little traveling circus of a family and it was wonderful to see her and her husband again. I met her baby (who is adorable, by the way!) and we were able to have nice chats about being moms and wives and women. I love Celeste. She’s one of The Shiny People in the universe; she shows the rest of us that hard work and determination can bring an honest, happy life. Also, she sings like an angel. 😉

We celebrated some birthdays at Celeste’s house.

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…and then it was time to get on another train…

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London has been fabulous! The weather is perfect and the crowds are much nicer than the crowds in Italy.

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^^^Rowan Atkinson is one of my favorites^^^

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Someday I’ll come back to London with my big camera and tripod. I will camp by the River Thames and snappy-snappy until the sun comes up.

Until then, here’s a photo of a street potty:

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…and a museum…

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And some stuff inside the museum:

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Covent Garden is like Main Street on crack. Street performers, high end shops, pigeons… It’s chaotic fun that we could only tolerate for a couple of hours.

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And then my husband saw Jaime Oliver’s restaurant: Union Jacks. Holy Culinary Stardom, Batman!

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^^^bacon and sausage lollipops. Oh.Em.Gee.

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^^^Earl Grey ice cream. Yum! I have this recipe at home but I’ve never had the guts to make it. So good.

And even the bathrooms are colorful. 😉

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We stopped at Paddington Station to see an old friend:

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and found the 80th Grommit on the Grommit hunt. Our last Underground stop didn’t have a working lift, so we had to climb. And climb. And climb. 15flights of stairs to reach the not-so-fresh air of Baker Street.

And then. And then, Dear Reader… We went to 221B Baker Street.

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This isn’t the one used for the BBC show, but the real 221B Baker Street. Which incidentally, is out of numerical order from its neighbors.

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Next to Mr Holmes’ abode is The London Beatles Shop.

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After seeing Grommit, and Paddington Bear, and Jamie’s place, and Baker Street, and the Beatles shop… we were tired. The youngest child declared that his legs were going to fall off and the other two kids were so tired, they looked more like zombies than humans.

London is lively and lovely. And it makes for a very sound sleep.

(Sorry for the slip-shod night photography. Any suggestions for getting an iPhone to take decent photos at night?)

Doctor Who tours in Cardiff

Cardiff was chilly and breezy when we arrived for our tour of the BBC set of Doctor Who and the Doctor Who Experience. The overcast sky reminded me that I was in fact and without a doubt in Wales.

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Cardiff is lovely, with lots of character and very friendly locals.

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I’m still not sure what this is all about…

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We found this in front of a costume shop…

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We headed to the bay area for our guided walking tour of Doctor Who sites in Cardiff. Luckily, there was informative signage to help us find our way…

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…and for my Lego loving friends: a Dalek made from bajillionz of Legos.

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Some Whovian sites around Cardiff:

…the building where River Song fell backward into the TARDIS swimming pool after running from the FBI and The Silence…

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…the police department doors and the church where Sally Sparrow encountered the Weeping Angles… (“Life is short and you are hot.”)

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…the building where 1/3 of the population almost had to jump because of the Sigurrax. (“Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.”)

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…and Torchwood Tower, completely defiled by giant strawberries for a local festival.

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Things I didn’t get snaps of: loads of stairs used for The Master’s speeches, the weird building where Amy got chased in the Girl Who Waited, the cafe where The Doctor and Clara had coffee, the cafe where The Doctor, Rose, and Mickey ate lunch and read the newspapers, and lots of “running” spots, where the Doctor was running or Cybermen marched. and the spot where Matt Smith carried the Olympic torch. We were told the Amy and Rory’s house was nearby, but people actually live there, so it wasn’t part of the tour.

(Not gonna lie…I thought about stalking it…)

…and then we saw the TARDIS. The real one that they use for the show.

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I was absolutely squirmy with happiness! We didn’t get to stay long and we were ushered around by lots of escorts to make sure we didn’t wander off around the studios. (Sadly, neither The Doctors nor Sherlock were to be seen.)

Then it was on to the Doctor Who Experience.

…River Song’s shoes!!

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(Say it with me:: “spoilers!”)

…and previous TARDIS awesomeness…

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…and then upstairs, there were more goodies to see…

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…The Face of Bo has seen better days…

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…and I’m sure this is Matt Smith’s favorite…

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There was the inevitable gift shop at the end of the scenery. We didn’t buy anything because we have a really strict weight limit on our baggage, but really, they didn’t have anything that you can’t find online. The BBC has an online shop with loads of stuff, plus Amazon has Doctor Who goodies. Also, Etsy sports some sweet Whovian swag, too.

We started the day with £1 bacon sandwiches, had some Doctor Who fun, and ended the day with a train ride to the home of a dear friend. It was a truly wonderfully fun day. 🙂

If you get the chance, visit Cardiff. The locals are super nice and you might turn a corner and bump into a film crew… Awesome!!

(Epilogue: here are some photos of a shrine which should yank at the heart strings of Torchwood fans…)

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We were told that the locals are really happy that they have shows to sport and they’re supportive of the minor inconveniences that sometime cramp traffic. …awesome!!

spoilers…

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Bristol, England in Photos

When we got to Rome and saw our hostel, we said, “Well…it’s a hostel. Yuck.” The light didn’t work in the ladies’ room and the A/C worked sometimes.

When we got to our hostel/guesthouse in Bristol, we said, “Holy cow! this is a hostel?!”

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Amazing breakfast made to order…

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…and then we saw Bristol and hunted the Grommits…

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Tonight is our last night in Bristol and we are sad to leave it. This is a beautiful, fun city; I hope to come back!

Tomorrow: The Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff and a train ride to my friend’s house. It’s going to be a great day!! Cheers!

Vatican Museums and St Peter’s Basilica

The Vatican Museum tour was worth the money. It even held the kids’ attention for about the first hour.

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^^^give the kids the camera for a while. 🙂 it helps occupy them and keep them focused. (Ha! Photography humor…)

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And then we entered the Sistine Chapel, in which photography is prohibited. The Japanese company that funded the restoration owns the copyrights of the Sistine Chapel for 30 years. Bet you didn’t know that a church could be copyrighted. Anyway, the restorations must’ve been a success because the chapel is gorgeous! And wall to wall people. And dark. And hot. And there are only two exits. And once I saw the few panels I wanted to see, I couldn’t wait to escape. Picture a sea of tourists crammed in a beautiful shoe box.

And then to St Peter’s Basilica.

It is bigger than TV or books or photos can ever depict.

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…and then I saw The Pieta and started crying…

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Being Catholic, I get a lot of flak for “worshipping Mary”. Catholics don’t worship her, but we do understand that she and Joseph had important roles in salvation history. When I saw The Pieta, I felt for her as a mother. Her son was dead, murdered in a violent and prolonged way. She knew of His impending resurrection, but still she held the broken and bleeding body of her son. This is every mother’s worst nightmare: to hold the body of a dead child. I imagined my sons in the place of Jesus…tortured, dead… The once-smooth skin ripped from their muscular little backs…their dimpled cheeks gone slack from death…my brain rebelled and my stomach threatened to as well.

And so I cried. I went to the altar set up near the tomb of Blessed John Paul II and I cried silently with my hands over my face. My children are healthy. My husband loves me. I am in Rome at St Peter’s Basilica. Gratitude flooded through me. I prayed and I thanked God for my salvation, my family, for my life.

The Pieta served its purpose. I will never worship Mary; her situation as a mother, though, brings my faith in her son to a singularly personal depth. This is the function of true Marian devotion: Mary always leads you to love her son more.

(end of sermon.)

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I attended Mass in one of the many chapels in St Peter’s, each one large enough to fit most regular churches. The Mass was in Italian, but I didn’t care. 🙂

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And then we left St Peter’s. We stopped by the USO (love the USO!) then went back to the hostel to make dinner.

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After eating in crappy, over priced restaurants, this was a welcomed meal. A package of pasta, olive oil, salt, Parmesan cheese, shredded chicken, and some pesto. The kids filled up, the adults fairly gorged, and all for <€20. Long live the grocery store.

At the airport on our way to the UK, I discovered these:

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No ketchup or mustard here! 🙂

We’re in the UK now, enjoying much cooler temps and a slightly smaller crowd of tourists. We’re headed for one of Jamie Oliver’s restaurants later! Cheers!

Rome in Photos

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^^^the Metro. Very stinky, very graffiti’d, very fast.

Every day that we’ve been in Rome (except today), we’ve come back to the hostel completely knackered. (“Crumb-crackered” as I’m learning from some fellow travelers from the UK.) It’s really hot and really crowded.

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The Pantheon

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Some of the crowds aren’t too bad; friendly, moving along quickly. Others are just miserable, sweaty masses of humanity that make me fear zombie apocalypse even more.

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In the Piazza de Popolo (for all of your executionary needs) there were men trying to push roses at women. “You beautiful! You need flower. Here. You take. You take.” Finally, I said, “My husband gives me no money. Go talk to him.” and they left me alone.

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This ^^^ guy says, “Look at the check! They charged me €10 for sitting at a table to eat.” Seriously. We got the bill and couldn’t figure it out, but sure enough…above the €12 beef, the €6 bread (which they put on the table without asking), was €10 “for the convenience of a seat at table.”

When in Rome, eat take away! 🙂

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…and some Weeping Angels for the DW fans…

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The Trevi Fountain

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…people^^^ everywhere.

The last hoorah for Rome was the Vatican Museums, Sistine Chapel, and St Perer’s Basilica. …next post!