Italy

I guess most of you blog followers have figured that we have now left Greece and
have arrived in Italy. Greece was an eye-opening experience. You hear about
economical tumult in the papers and on the news and stuff but when confronted by
it in person it is really shocking. With that said, I still absolutely loved
Greece. Coming from Auckland, where the only square is Aotea, it's hard to
fathom Syntagma and the Acropolis and the Agora and and and. Still, we said
goodbye to the slums of Patras and have said hello to the beauty that was
initially Ancona and now is Rome. I, like everyone else, threw a coin into the
Trevi fountain and I hope to God that it actually means I'm coming back to Rome
because I don't want my emotions to be screwed with like that. I know I'm going
to be in debt to you mum and dad for the next 30 years but I will make it back
here eventually. I've made multiple life-decisions already: dad, I want to
convert to Catholicism because I love their lavish churches (they're even nicer
than St Andrew's Epsom), and I've decided I want to get married in the Ara Coeli
because that's a rather nice church. It's hard to pick a favourite church, It's
hard to go past the grandeur of St Peter's, but I think for a point of
controversy I'd say my favourite was St John Lateran. The massive marble statues
of the Apostles that surround the church were incredible (I tried to get all the
photos don't worry). It's more churches tomorrow. Who would have thought that I
could say that with excitement?

Peace.
Sam White