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Friday, March 16, 2012

Roman Moments

Our last days in Rome continued happily. The boys were superstars, they walked many hours every day with few complaints, tried a few new foods and watched lots of cartoons in Italian and Arabic. Our favorite was Pippi Longstockings, the original Swedish show from 1969, dubbed into Italian.


The weather continued to be COLD! We had hoped to visit the small, mountain village of Prezza, from where the Spacone family emigrated to the US. But the alarming footage of snow covered mountain towns frightened me. As it was, we ended every day with numb feet and slipped and slid on the icy sidewalks in our substandard footwear.



This is the Capitoline Museum, which we all loved.






Diana of Ephesus

Roman chariot



This statue of Marcus Aurelius is stunningly large.

Constantine and Dominic.



So pretty.
This incredible statue is called the Dying Gaul.


The Dying Gaul (in Italian: Galata Morente), is an ancient Roman marble copy of a lost Hellenistic sculpture that is thought to have been executed in bronze, which was commissioned some time between 230 BC and 220 BC by Attalus I of Pergamon to celebrate his victory over the Celtic Galatians in Anatolia. The present base was added after its rediscovery. The identity of the sculptor of the original is unknown, but it has been suggested that Epigonus, the court sculptor of the Attalid dynasty of Pergamon, may have been its sculptor. (Wikipedia)




Polybius wrote an evocative account of Gaulish tactics against a Roman army at the Battle of Telamon of 225 BC:
"The Insubres and the Boii wore trousers and light cloaks, but the Gaesatae, in their love of glory and defiant spirit, had thrown off their garments and taken up their position in front of the whole army naked and wearing nothing but their arms... The appearance of these naked warriors was a terrifying spectacle, for they were all men of splendid physique and in the prime of life."(Wikipedia)

Looking at such a lifelike sculpture, it is hard to believe it captures an ancient person and not Tom Selleck.


Byron wrote about the statue in his poem Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,


I see before me the gladiator lie
He leans upon his hand—his manly brow
Consents to death, but conquers agony,
And his drooped head sinks gradually low—
And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow
From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one...

Nello Nin!
From the Capitoline Museum we walked to the Pantheon via Piazza Navona.



According to Wikipedia, the Pantheon is one of the best preserved of all Roman buildings. It has been in continuous use throughout its history, and since the 7th century, the Pantheon has been used as a Roman Catholic church dedicated to "St. Mary and the Martyrs" but informally known as "Santa Maria della Rotonda."


The oculus.
Almost two thousand years after it was built, the Pantheon's dome is still the world's largest un-reinforced concrete dome. Amazing, no?!

Michael was not entirely impressed.

Same with Dominic.
It is fun to stare at the oculus, birds can be seen riding air currents outside the building.


Once we got outside the boys had a grand time running around the Piazza della Rotunda.




The next day we tried again to hit the Galleria Borghese. It is pretty fabulous.



Still freezing cold.



Sticks, glorious sticks!
Mike and Michael wait for our timed entry.


The rest of our trip was a blur.



We made a trip to the American Embassy to get home loan refinance documents notarized. It's a great time to refinance in the US right now! One of the tricky parts about living far away, notaries are very few, far between and HEXpensive in the UK!

The day we left it started snowing again, fortunately, we made it to the airport with no problem. The flight was quite delayed due to weather and de-icing, so the boys were asked if they would like a tour of the cockpit.


Fun!


We arrived to a snowy Crowthorne! The next morning Dominic piled on eight or so layers of clothing and got down to business.


So many moments I hope to never forget, here is one more.







Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Blankie Goes to Rome


Saint Peter's gets to me. It's another one of those places that is so huge giants should live there (like Mont St. Michel blog post written November 2010).


And so over the top, it seems that the God worshipped here could not possibly have been born into such humility that his birth was witnessed by animals.

Swiss Guard

They do have some mighty fine get ups, though.

Pieta.

I know this photo is bad, but I have to include it. When I contemplate the pain felt by the mother holding her dead child, I feel connected to the divinity in humanity.

Michelangelo believed that God placed the figures in the rock for him to uncover, and so I believe that God places treasures in our lives that only we can uncover.


Such as the love of a perfect blankie.

There was a bizarre processional while we visited that I tried to capture on video. My camera thought my glove was more interesting...notice super tall Swiss Guards compared to tiny priests.



This is the altar designed by Gian Lorenzo Bernini. I really want to call him Bellini, and I'm afraid it's going to happen some day. I am embarrassed in anticipation.


Here the boys are touching the smooth foot of St. Peter.



I want bees in my family crest!


This is the Cathedra Petri, also by Bellini, a shrine built to house what was thought to be the throne of Saint Peter.


One fun thing about the Basilica are these grates. You can peek into them and see below. Behind Bernini's altar, there is one where you can glimpse the red wall which covers the tomb of St. Peter.


Just don't lie down to get a better view. The boys can attest to that.

Michael discovered that Mike's glasses reflect light in fun ways.
Nice view of Castel Sant'Angelo, the mausoleum of Hadrian.


Still dustings of snow. Chilly!!
And then there was tiramisu. The boys' first tastes of Mike's favorite dessert.




The next day we visited the Coliseum and Roman Forum.



It is majestic, and such a familiar sight. And like seeing the Acropolis, very moving.


And yet life can be so unfair, even in the shadows of the Coliseum. Dominic spent all his toy money on our first day out, and Michael saved a bit of his just in case. Just in case, in this case, was one of those freaky, squishy, toy balls that row after row of Indian gentlemen smash down on hard plastic surfaces just as your young one walks by. Only one euro! Such a bargain!

Can you spot the tear?
So Dominic grieved for the one euro we wouldn't spend.

Notice Michael dangling super fun toy...


We moved on to Nero's Domus Aurea, his Golden House, where he supposedly burned Christians in his garden at night for lighting. Nice!


The boys found a hoop and got to work playing, next to the Domus Aurea, in view of the Coliseum.


BEST TOY EVER!!
We rode a super crowded metro back to Cipro station and our hotel bus.


This adorable treat was waiting for us in our hotel room.


Oh, and when we got back to the hotel, Michael finally got to smash that freaky ball onto the smooth marble floor. First try, the ball exploded into a watery mess. Best euro we ever spent!







O great mystery,
and wonderful sacrament,
that animals should see the new-born Lord,
lying in a manger!
Blessed is the Virgin whose womb
was worthy to bear
Christ the Lord.
Alleluia!