i love sundays in rome. there's not many people who can call saint peter's their place of worship for an extended period as i do. not many people can confess they were denied access to the basilica either. again i say, i was. the plan yesterday was to go to mass at 5:30 following a long day exploring the sunday market and finishing up homework. so, a group of us embarked for the vatican in our sunday best. so i, modestly dressed as always, was absolutely stunned when a jerk of an italian man aggressively refused me from entering due to my dress being "troppo corto." after several attempts to get me to leave ("vai! vai"), and even more sad attempts to improvise with scarves around my knees, etc., another saint peter's wardrobe enforcer, this one a charmer, kindly allowed my entrance. and then we entered only to find that mass was at 4. it was 5, and right on time for vesper's. nice one. we then proceeded to l'insalata ricca, where the wine was a little too robust for a merlot, but then again i'm partial to the soft of california grape.
oh, and for the tenth time in the past 2 weeks, yesterday and today i was approached by foreign men who asked, "sei spagnola?"
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