Day 9: Rome
I’m fairly beyond worn out.
I don’t think I’ve walked that much
in quite a while….well I guess I should correct that statement: I haven’t
walked that much in the 80+ degree heat in a while, let alone all over Rome. Today
I’ve walked about a third of Rome… 8 am to about now…5ish? Long day and total
overload. This time with so many ancient places. Pre-tensing this again with
there is no good way for me to articulate the awe, the truly amazing and
immense things I saw today. We started in the Roman Forum…all the ruins around
the Coliseums, which include the Arch of Titus, and many, many columns. From
there we managed to fit in, Trajan’s Column, The Victor Emanuel Monument/
Building, The Pantheon (which was incredibly huge, and crazy to realize the age
of that temple turned church.), and the Trevey fountain….all by noon.
That
alone was overload for the senses, and even physically, but after that I and
another friend, set out to make use of our afternoon and check out some more
things. We managed to see the Capuchin monk’s cemetery- bones all over,
decorative arrangement ( I have to admit it was really freaky, especially with
the hundreds… hundreds of skeletal remains), an amazing exhibit of never before
publicly released Vatican documents, (exhibit called, Lux In Arcana), and the
incredibly moving and beautiful Bernini sculpture, The Ecstasy of Saint
Theresa.
So
Even though I could write a bit about the Sculpture I won’t, its awe inspiring
and beautifully moving. That is really all I can actually describe. SO, I plan
on letting you all know how cool the exhibit was. It was an exhibit filled with
incredible documents often to or from the popes, to everyone ranging from, The
Knight’s Templar, Emperor Barabosa, Japanese Emperors, Martin Luther’s
ex-communication papers, Abraham Lincoln, letter with seals requesting the
acceptance of Charles the VIII’s divorce, to Galileo, to Voltaire, and many
more.
The
exhibit was so hard to take in. The amount of important documents there, the
simple letters and paper held so much power and influence in history, from
things like the Great Schism, to rules of emperors, and beyond. It’s something
me and my friend talked about, agreeing that words, especially written ones are
too few to share it. I honestly couldn’t handle it, but I did find it amazing
to find in particular a document recognizing the rule of the Carolingian line,
my family’s roots. That was an amazing, and very personal experience all by
itself.
The rest of the museum was so cool
itself. It held so much antiquities. From Marcus Arillius’s Equestrian Statue,
to The Dying Gaul, and a Venus. It was well worth the time to visit it. It’s
sinking in more and more, with not just this visit but this whole trip how much
of this is about experiences and just having it locked away to just change
yourself rather than to try and vocalize and explain away. There just isn’t a
good way to do it. That doesn’t mean I won’t try, but it definitely means its
going to be tough.
Something else me and my friend
discussed was simply how unique this city, Roma, is. We sat in a park and
looked at the Victor Monument, and then along side of it were ruins…Roman
Empire ruins. Where else does that happen. This city keeps amazing simply by
how it incorporates the two living entities. It so different, and there is and
I doubt ever will be any type of thing that will happen in the US. The culture
is so built in its past its remarkable. It makes sense I guess, they are
completely surrounded by it. Yet, it seems to be more. They are permeated with
tradition or maybe better put patterns of the past. Though I don’t see it
clearly, it is evident the people must be drastically changed because of this.
The city moves in an organized chaos, in a dance that seems well known by
everyone. It’s not a system of rules and consequences, of actions and reactions
like places like Chicago, Detroit, and New York are, but rather this give and
take, fluid quick motion. I think that’s really the only way I can describe it,
and I hope it does sink deep into me, and hopefully change me so that when I go
home I may not simply slip back into the trend and habits back there.
I don’t want to become what I’ve
seen even in some who are with me. They ask what they are allowed, or what is
appropriate, yet they don’t respect it. It drives me nuts. You ask how to fit
in, then you become so unaware, or so unintentional that you scream selfish
American or American fool. That is what trips like this are supposed to remedy,
and I keep praying that I grow, and stretch with this chance at a larger
perspective on life and people. I truly don’t want to be unchanged or anything
less then more aware when I return home.