Rome Vatican City: Lindsay’s Flimsy

Today we visited the Vatican. My aunt Babette left really early that morning to get in line for the museum of the Vatican. The line was about 8 blocks long and it was very wide by the time we arrived. We thought you could get in at a quarter to nine, but when we got there we found out you could only go in at 10:30… Thankfully my aunt was about 50 people away from the front of the line. When the museum opened there was a gigantic crowd, and we got pushed all the way to the Sixtine Chapel. In the Sixtine Chapel, there were paintings all the way up the walls and the ceiling. My Dad showed me what everyone of Michelangelo’s pictures was and meant.

There is a guy in the painting with a story that goes with him. In the painting he has jackass ears and he is in hell. What happened was that he did not like that Michelangelo painted nude people. He went to the Pope and asked him if he could put a veil over the nude people and the Pope said yes. Then the Pope asked Michelangelo to finish the paintings, and when Michelangelo finished painting the painting we were looking at, he drew the guy with jackass ears in hell. Then the guy went back to the Pope and said:”Michelangelo drew me with jackass ears in hell. Could you make him change it?” Because the Pope did not really like him and he kept asking to Pope for favors, the Pope just said: “I am sorry, my powers don’t extend to hell, so I can’t help you.” So he is still in the painting in hell with jackass ears!!!

After the Sixtine Chapel we went to see a bunch of renaissance paintings. Then we went to the Courtyard for a bit. Then we went back into the antique museum, which had a bunch of Greek and Roman statues in it. That’s when Lindsay (my babysitter) got flimsy: she decided to go ahead of us and, when my Mom and I caught up with her, she was standing in a certain spot crying. She looked like she was having a heart attack. She kept saying she really needed to get out, so we took her outside, and figured she had got claustrophobic in the museum, a fear of being in enclosed spaces. She says that what got her feeling that way was that there were too many people and they weren’t moving fast.

After that we just decided to leave. First we went to the Piazza San Pietro, then we walked along the river Tiber for over a mile until we finally found a place to each lunch in the Trastevere, a district where there were lots of restaurants. That was the day when Lindsay got flimsy on us!