Today marks the day of surviving a week on the western heritage tour, and despite the sore legs, blisters on toes and weary eyelids it has been the most sensational 7 days of my life. The sights have consistently bettered each other, with every church revealing more and more wonders of the ancient world that only being in Rome itself can do justice too. I looked through my photos and found myself questioning why I took photos of the church 2 days ago, now eclipsed by St Peters or St Johns in all their marbel-ous glory. The cultural change is now reality as we have become skilled in the ways of bartering with crafty Moroccans, dodging caffeine charged motorists and ordering Pizza with our broken Italian.
Athens was a very nice warm up as we leant and saw the basics of Ancient Architecture, but so much has been plundered over the years that it's former splendour is now nothing more than legend. Once we set foot in warm, sunny and bellissima Italia, Greece was soon but a memory on our 10 hour days of running from temple to temple, jumping from terminal to terminal and rushing in and out of museums. This experience has already been eye opening, perhaps even life changing. Personally, I have never felt so impressed and influenced; all these places, all the history and all the culture is very close to home after being taught of the Roman ways for almost 5 years now.
Bucko insists on lights out now, so until next time, arrivederchi!
PS. Long live Monumentum e Vittorio Emanuale.
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