Roma

We have worn out our feet here in Rome, walking at all hours of the night and day everywhere. Jory's friend Katie has been our intrepid tour guide, navigating us through the streets, gelatto shops, monuments, ruins, markets, crowds, and Italians in this city. Jumping pictures are the in thing and I have not climbed so many stairs in a long time.


Now the bow of our little ship points northeast to Prague and we stand with grim and sweaty brows, ready for another harrowing journey that will leave us at the multisport camp for the seven days.


More pictures:

Here we are on top of the cupula at St. Peter's Basilica, replete with new friends and worn-out calves from climbing 551 stairs. Probably the highest place we went, a great view of Rome all around and the church is magnificent. The Pope even came up to the cupula with us to share the view and offer us some refreshing water. OK, maybe that's not true.

The view from Katie's apartment, overlooking Campo di Fiori, which is just about the most thoroughly used plaza I've ever seen: Market in the morning, dining all evening, clubs until the wee-est hours of the morning.

Our shadows on the Colosseum. Pretty self-explanatory.