Patience and Realization

sabato 4 giugno 2016

Saluti!
Today, we decided to go to the Vatican Museum. Today, we learned a lot of patience. Please recall Allison's idea in a previous post about how Vatican events are designed to help us increase in the virtue of patience. I am here to confirm that idea. We waited in line for 2 hours, 49 minutes, and 43 seconds.

So. Many. People.

Hooray! We finally made it in, thinking that we were done with patience. Wroooong! If you've ever been to the Vatican Museum, you will know that it is extremely confusing and the signs aren't that helpful, especially the ones that are in Italian. If you haven't been to the Vatican Museum, I'm telling you that it is extremely confusing and the signs aren't that helpful, especially the ones that are in Italian. Once we found our way, we saw a lot of art. Allison and I aren't exactly art students, but we did enjoy all the works, including the famous Sistine Chapel (no pictures allowed).

Giant ramp that we walked up

Some cool sphere thing

Follow this link to learn the secret of the pine cone: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEq5PxjSxVU

We thought they wanted to play duck, duck, goose...

Big toe takes on a whole new meaning.... probably my favorite sculpture in the museum

These reminded my of my brothers

Tapestry of the resurrection

Some cool ceilings

 The "Father Tom" section

One of the pictures in the Modern Art section, affectionately referred to as the "Modern Art Death March From Hell" by our Christianity professor

We wandered around outside after we emerged at last, browsed some shops, and then decided we were famished. Our bus ride was eventful, per usual. We actually got the routes correct, but when we were on the first bus, it was full. I'm not talking about normal full, but mega-full. On top of that, more people kept squishing in at every stop! I finally understand the phrase "packed like sardines." We sure felt like sardines.

At last, the can was opened and we were able to enter our apartment to make yummy food. The gelato called our name first. The vanilla tasted like clouds (that's a good thing).

Very carefully going around the coffee kind

During our scrumptious dinner of spaghetti, we discussed our plans for tomorrow. I just want to take a second to tell you how excited I am for the canonization mass in the morning!!! We have two lovely (future) saints in the queue: (1) Blessed Stanislaus of Jesus and Mary, from Poland, who founded the Marians of the Immaculate Conception and (2) Blessed Mary Elizabeth Hesselblad, from Sweden, who founded a new branch of the Bridgette Sisters (on Allison's birthday, actually!); She's also a convert from Lutheranism, which is cool. Ahhhhh it's such a blessing to be able to attend this extraordinary event! We're going to leave super early and try to get into the front row. I might die of excitement if we do. Not too shabby of a way to spend my 21st.

Now for the realization part: as mentioned above, we were discussing our plans for tomorrow, which involves baking a cake (I may or may not be more excited about making the cake than actually eating it). I checked the box to see how hot the oven had to be, because we noticed while we were baking chicken that the oven only went up to 250 degrees. We were pretty confused but just went with it, assuming that it was simply a difference in countries. Today, it finally dawned on us: Celsius. So as we baked our chicken at max, it was roasting in there at a toasty 482 degrees Fahrenheit (which in case you are wondering, is a perfect temperature for two drumsticks for 45 minutes). I would also like to point out, in my defense, that this explains why the towel started on fire. I was ooooobviously not at fault.

It even says C on there.... #thehonorsdifference

Asciugamani sono infiammabili,
Kelsey and Allison