Day III in Rome! Our last full day in the city! It was a day filled with wonder and joy and lots and lots of people standing around looking at seemingly random things! Also lots and lots and lots of walking…well for other people. I, as I am required to mention, did not walk once during this days journey. Dan grumped quite a bit but he hauled me, as promised, to some of the be highlights of the city!
First up were the famous (?) Spanish Steps! They were…stairs…that led to a church. Pretty underwhelming. I expected them to lead TO Spanish, or at least to SOMETHING Spanish. Instead they were just a bunch of steps that people sat around on and took selfies on. So…when in Rome they say.
Our next stop was to talk to someone named Trevor Foun’tain. He’s this homeless man you apparently give money to and he somehow keeps it for you and helps you save up be able to come back to Rome some day. Seems to me like a lot of people are very trusting of this man, who seems to live in the middle of some square a little south of what the nice hotel lady called “The City Fender”.
EDIT: SO…I am being informed that there is person named Trevor Foun’tain, but really a place called the Trevi Fountain. You go there, throw a coin into the water and it somehow magically means that one day you will return to the city and see the sights that haven’t changed in THOUSANDS of years again. I mean, once to the Come And See Em is enough I think, since it really hasn’t changed much.
Dan made sure to throw a couple coins in, though I still don’t really know why…he had to shoulder his way though about a million people taking EVEN MORE selfies next to a giant fountain. Like they had never seen a statue spurt water out of its mouth. I do that every morning and nobody comes to see me. In fact I usually get yelled so I will stop. Probably cause I do it to wake Dan up and it gets water all over his face. I get bored!
After wading through the sea of humanity that is Trevor Foun’tain’s hovel, we FINALLY set off to the last location that I had been DYING to visit…the Cat Sanctuary where Julie Must Seize Her was stabbed! She must have been a real bad lady to get stabbed all those times…but I am much more interested in visiting my beautiful brethren! It was a relatively short walk to the sanctuary, which was good cause my not legs were getting very tired from not being used. Also Dan is a bit out of shape so he was fairly huffing by the time we got there. But get there we did!
Aside from the smell, it was wonderful! Situated in the middle of a small open square, the excavated ruins are set about 10 feet below street level and open to the air, the sanctuary is a quiet, smelly grove of cats, grass and rocks. It was about the most wonderful thing I had ever seen! I even took a picture with one of my Roamin (eh! eh!) cousins! It has something between 50 and 300 cats living there, and they range from lost house cats to feral street wanderers, and some have various stages of illnesses that they keepers help them battle! It was a wonderful place! We spent nearly an hour there talking to the care takers and trying to spot as many cats as we could! I found 15 on my own. Dan saw 3. He’s not very good at catching cats. It was the most amazing thing! Dan eventually had to tear me away from the sanctuary because he REALLY wanted to see this building with a hole in its ceiling. It was rather lame.
Our last dinner in Italy consisted of dinner YET AGAIN at San Marco…the pizza was delicious, the waiter was the same and I was pretty sure he was making fun of us in Italian..but we didn’t care. After that, it was a long nap till morning, and it was time to bid Adios! to Italy!
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