Zoe’s new Salt & Pepper shakers #rude #saltandpepper #cows
In my last tutorial with Robert about my NMP, I decided that my icons need to be a bit more full and not cropped. I was cropping them because I thought I would be able to get more information in this way. But the whole point of an icon is to communicate without being so detailed. While on the flight to Rome, this was on the back of the seat in front of me. Little icons to tell you how to evacuate safely and use the emergency equipment correctly. These little instruction images are icon like, very small and simple, but detailed enough to tell you what to do. They aren’t cropped and they communicate really well. I think I know how I should be doing my icons.
Getting on with my dissertation… I’m so bad at essay writing. It’s so hard to get motivated to do this. A cup of tea, Elijah on my knee and my TV on mute. Here we go. 2000 left to write.
I made a wish & it was special. #wish #trevi #fountain
Dear Diary: Rome
Go to Rome. Eat lobster. See the French Alps. Eat salmon.
So I have literally got back from Rome this morning. I’ve been up since 2am, and traveled by taxi, by plane, by train and by tram to get home. With a lot of waiting in between. So if I accidentally type things wrong, blame it on that, not that I’m completely useless.
Q: Was Rome worth it?
A: HELL YES.
It’s so beautiful. I couldn’t believe it was that beautiful. Before I went I had an image in my mind of how I thought it would be. Full of Vespa’s and character. Lot’s of great architecture. On my way into central Rome from the airport, there was a lot of graffiti on the walls, on the shuttered of shops, even on the vans. I was praying that it was only like that on the outs of Rome. And luckily for me it was. Because centrally it looked so clean and pretty. The ruins are just amazing. I’ve seen London, that’s a mixture of history and modern, I’ve seen New York that’s mostly modern and now I’ve seen ancient Rome. I’m truly grateful and blessed to of seen what I have.
The Colosseum, was just as I imagined it to be. Big and scary. I wish I had a time machine, to be able to see it in all it’s glory. I wouldn’t want to witness a Roman fight, but I guess it’s apart of history. And if it wasn’t for the Romans, we wouldn’t be as advanced as we are now. Cheers.
We made our way down to the Trevi fountain at night time, and saw it all lit up. We made our donation and wished for something special. I couldn’t believe how many fountains where there. I don’t know how they afford all that water. I’m glad they can because they were all beautiful.
I was also there in the making of history. Yesterday, on Wednesday 27th February 2013, the reigning pope Benedict made his last prayer as the pope. And took his last ride is his popemobile. There were so many people from around the world cheering, shouting, crying, laughing, clapping and just getting so emotional at his words. Thankfully he can speak English to, so I got to hear his prayer to us. It was lovely to witness. And I learned a lot about Rome and The Vatican City (the are separate states, I did not know this).
I saw many churches while there, being a religious country, or at least the Roman’s once where. But the one that stood out to me the most was the Santa Maria, from the outside it looks small and like a ruin itself. But inside it was amazingly grand. So big and so old, (old used in the best of terms). I again witnessed something special in there. Many people came and knelt down at the altar, said their prayers and went. It was a beauty to watch.
One thing that upset me and I’ll carry it around for a while, is on my way to the Vatican, I saw a begger… Now I’ve seen beggers before, and I can normally cope quite well around that. I don’t know it begger is the correct way to call the less fortunate, I don’t like the fact there are people who have to be in that situation, nor do I want them to be. But anyway… This one begger, asked me for some change, I was in a crowd of people trying to get to the Vatican, I was being pushed along, but I made eye contact with this woman asking me for money, as I was walking away she pointed to something, I followed her hand to see that a baby was hanging from her neck. It was horrific. I didn’t know what to do. I kept mentioning her all day to my partner. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I should of stopped. I should of helped. But I didn’t know how. Or even if she would let me. I hope that she gets the help she needs. I will carry it around for a long time.
Food… I tried Lobster for the first time in my entire life, I have always wanted to try it and for some reason I have never come across it. But when in Rome. It was amazing, just as expected it to be. It’s taste was beautiful. We got a cracker with it to and had the whole experience that comes with having lobster. I love it. I also tried salmon for the first time, it was nice.
The Pizza!!! Oh my god I have never in my life tasted pizza that beautiful ever. I’ve never been that hung up on pizza if I’m honest. But wow, the Italian know how to pizza. I’ll never be able to have one over here again, it will literally be like eating crap.
One thing I didn’t understand is the breakfast, for some reason the Italian eat ham, pepperoni, salami and cheese panini’s in the morning. I know they are big on their sandwiches but I want bacon and pork sausage in the morning! Culture differences right there. What’s odd to me is normal over there. What’s normal to me is probably odd to the Italian over here.
I had two very big, very amazing days in a new city. With lots of history that I want to carry on learning about now that I am home.
They have oranges in their trees… 🌳🍊 #italy #oranges #rome
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