So, Mom emailed me a couple weeks ago to tell me (ready to be surprised?) that I actually wasn’t broke yet and that if there was anything I still wanted that I should get it. I don’t really have anything, except for a couple gifts here and there, so I didn’t know what to do (because we all know that I can’t just *have* money and not *spend* it). Then it hit me: food.
So, I had my first two finals today.
Towards the end of my History of Rome to Constantine one, my professor wrote us a lovely note on the board, which ended with the following sentiment: “I wish you luck on the road ahead, but/and remember, all roads lead to Rome!” Something of that nature. It made me fell so much better about leaving, because even if my road is heading away from Rome for right now, I’m sure it will twist around and bring me back at some point.
After I handed in my Italian final, my teacher shook my hand and said something I didn’t quite catch in Italian (oops). Then she said “Embrace” (Italian…not embrace like in english embrace) and stood up and gave me a hug. It was very sweet of her.
And now I have 2 down and 3 to go. That was fast.
So, last night we had our End of Semester Banquet at a restaurant down by Largo Argentina (the cat sanctuary). It was a lot of fun, but also a lot of sad.
Ciao Cari. Happy Little Easter! Did you know that Easter Monday is a national holiday in Italy? Si, vero. Buona Pasquetta!
BUONA PASQUA :D
The story of my epic Triduum and Easter Sunday to follow. Eventually.
Just a baby post today, to tell you what churches we visited during Pilgrimage. First, we went to Santa Croce in Gerusalemme. When Constantine made Christianity legal, his mother, Helen, hopped a boat to the Holy Land and stole collected a bunch of relics. And some dirt, which she put on the ground where this church was built so that it could be “in Jerusalem.” It was a pretty church, with relics from the “true cross” and other relics of the Passion (unlikely, but more likely than such relics said to have been found later in history…*coughSt.LouisofFrancecough*).
After that, we went to San Clemente, which was one of the home-churches of late antiquity. Before Christianity was legal, Mass was said in the homes of the wealthy, as I am certain you already know. This had been one of those homes, but was converted to a church sometime after the Edict of Tolerance in 313.
Lastly, we went to San Pietro in Vincoli and saw Moses. Woohoo! We also saw the chains that bound Peter, both in Jerusalem (thank you, Helen) and here in Rome. But mostly, I saw Moses. I also bought a little!Moses, about which I am incredibly excited, even if it is touristy and totally (kind of) lame.
That is all.