Me, Heather and Michelle
I woke up at noon and went to JCU for a lunch thing. I ended up getting an e-mail while I was there using the wireless, and it was from President Berman about Joe's death. I e-mailed him back and told him that Lindsay and I were so sad we couldn't be there and that we were going to go to the Vatican to honor his memory and send love to all of his friends and loved ones. I called Lindsay and met her nearby JCU and we went to the Vatican. We had a wonderful talk on the way there, and I was really glad she was with me, because I was feeling really overwhelmed and I really appreciated her presence and familiar face. We got to the Vatican and walked around for a little while (Lindsay was already headed there when I called her because she hadn't seen it on this trip yet) and looked at the Pieta and other monuments in the church and then we found a little area that was open for prayer and we sat down. We just sat in silence for about 15 minutes and I closed my eyes and just thought about all that was going on and tried to breathe deeply and process everything that has happened recently. After I finished praying I felt the knot in my throat get a little less tight, I felt like I didn't need to cry anymore, I felt like I could move on a little bit more with my day without feeling so heavy. After we left the Vatican, Linds and I sat outside and she wrote a post card to her family while I watched the Swiss guards in their funny outfits, and we sent it via Vatican post, and then we embarked on our mission to find good gelato. We looked in her tourist book and found a bunch of places that were near that Vatican and supposed to be "authentic" so we headed off for one of them. We got there and I got some kind, I forget the name, that tasted like an ice cream version of nutella (which I've been eating NON-stop), and it was amazing. We headed back to the apartment and by the time we got there everyone was all dressed up and getting ready to go out. They were all going out to the opening of this new bar called GrottaPinta and apparently you had to be real dressed up to get in, so I got ready as quickly as I could. I wore my Mom's black lace dress, and my black BCBGirls stilettos and my feet were absolutely killing me even before we left the apartment from walking all day (so I knew it'd be horrible by the end of the night). We caught the tran and walked on the cobble stones for a long time to get to the place and when we got there it was free drinks until 11, so we drank for a while and had some aperitivos (snacks) and hung out. Heather and I ended up leaving earlier than the other girls and we went to an Irish bar down the street. At one point on the walk home Heather asked me if I wanted to take the tran back and I was like "No I'm fine! My feet don't hurt because they're numb!" so she made sure I understood that she'd be telling me it was my fault the next day when I complained my feet hurt haha. We talked the whole way home, and she called her boyfriend and I sang in the background of the voicemail she left him "she looooooves youuuuuuu." We also talked about something to do with the 80's and started singing "We're not gonna' take it! NO! We 'aint gonna' take it!" and when we got back to the apartment I kind of collapsed onto Lindsay who was reading on our couch. I ate about 5 million pringles, felt like Elf when he's eating the cotton balls at the Dr.'s office, because they were like "no, Sarah, don't eat 5 at once" and I kind of looked at them like he does and popped them in my mouth. I fell asleep on Lindsay and then she finally was like "ok time for bed" and she put me to bed, but I ran away, as I usually do, while she was trying to get me into bed and I said, "I escaped!" to Heather who was in the living room. I eventually got to bed and that was that! It was a good time.
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