Day 6 – St. Peter’s in Chains, Campidoglio

Thursday, we were all a little tired from packing so much into each day, so we decided to have a solo day and only do a couple things; each of us went to separate parts of the city and saw a few quick things of interest. I decided to check out the St. Peter in Chains church near the Colesseum and Michelangelo’s Campidoglio down the road.

St. Peter's chains

St. Peter had a problem with getting caught; he got locked up two times, and these are the two chains which, when they were brought together hundreds of years later, miraculously clinked together.

Michelangelo's Moses

Nowadays, this is what everyone comes here to see. This giant partial facade was comissioned by the Pope as his sarcoffigus, but just after starting, the same Pope changed his mind and ordered  Mike to do the Sistine Ceiling. When the Pope died, shortly thereafter, there was no more funding for this project, so it remains very incomplete. Moses, seated in lower the center, is the masterpiece; a combination of at rest and tenseness, he is preparing to repremand the Israelites for worshipping the golden calf and has the ten commandments under his arm. None of the close-ups showed well because it was so dark in the church, unfortunately.

Michelangelo's Campidoglio

Michelangelo’s Campidoglio was down the street fifteen minutes and up a steep staircase, also designed by him, in Piazza Venezia. This is a statue of Constantine on a horse, converting people…but not really. It’s actually Marcus Aurelius, but was mistaken for Constantine, so it was one of the few pre-Christianity statues to survive.

Later in the evening, we went across the river to the Testacchio district, which is apparently the club district. And we drank and danced. Night over.

Day 5 – Uffizi, Inside Il Duomo, David, Ponte Vecchio

Day 5 began the usual way: our reservations at the Uffizi were for 11:15am and we woke up at 11:30am. So we hustled down the river towards the museum, grabbing a panini for some nourishment before tackling one of the worlds greatest art galleries. We entered 45 minutes late, luckily without a problem, and got started going through the 42+ rooms. The first most notable room was Botticelli’s; on display were the “Venus” and the “Primavera” (there were no photos allowed, so these are poor quality).

Bottcelli's Primavera

 

Botticelli's Venus

One of the next rooms had three of Leonardo’s, and when I attempted to take a picture of the Adoration of the Magi, I got yelled at, so there are no more pictures from the Uffizi. However, the Da Vincis were great to see, there were also some Raphaels, Caravaggios, a Michelangelo mandorla, Titian’s “Venus,” and some Rubens, among hundreds other artists.

From there, we went back to the Duomo so that we could go in and up to the top. The inside was nice (it’s hard going into any churches after St. Peter’s), Don and Duch decided to go up to the top of the dome for €8, while I stayed courtside. Don got some great video from the top which I’ll post when we’re back – this internet connection is awful.

Inside Il Duomo

After seeing the inside of the Duomo, we rolled down the road towards Michelangelo’s school, the Galleria dell’Accademia which contains the original plaster mold of the “Rape of the Sabines,” the mold for a sculpture copy of Titian’s painting “Venus of Urbino,” a few plaster molds of Michelangelo’s “Slaves” (intended for his own funeral monument) and the larger-than-life “David.” Photos here were also illegal, but I got a few off without anyone noticing.

Michelangelo's David

We began our march back in search of food, and went across the Ponte Vecchio while it was packed, the gold shops shining brightly.

Ponte Vecchio at night

After a quick bite and a look at some of the coolest gelato we had seen (below), we headed to the train station, bought our tickets, and were back to Rome…

Sweet gelato

Day 4 – Firenze

Our plan for today was to get up early, around 9am or 10am, to grab a train to Florence from Termini Station, however, the running theme for us seems to be completely inept at setting alarms, so we woke up around 11:30am, and were on a train by 12pm.

Jed Don Duch en route to Florence

The hour and a half train ride cost €38, the car was actually really nice, and the trip was mostly comprised of sleeping (directly after that picture was taken). When we rolled into downtown Firenze at 1:30pm, it was raining, but not hard enought to stop and see some things before heading off to find our hostel. First, we stopped at the famous Santa Maria Novella, near the train station, which houses a variety of paintings by Giotto, Lippi, and other early Renaissancers, a crusifix by Brunelleschi (who also did Il Duomo), and it’s most famous piece, a fresco by Massacio done in 1427 called the Trinity and is also the first ever experimental use of perspective (!). I tried to take an illegal picture, but unfortunately it turned out too poorly to post here. Google it.

Piazza della Signoria sculpture gallery

From there we walked in the diretion of the river, our hostel, and a couple other sites. We walked through the Piazza della Signoria which has a sculpture gallery on the south side (above), a pretty sick neptune statue to the north east, and the Palazzo Vecchio to the south east. The sculpture gallery contains two extra famous pieces: Giambologna’s twisting ”Rape of the Sabines” and Cellini’s gory “Perseus” below.

Rape of the Sabines

Perseus Slaying Medusa

At this point it was coming down pretty hard, so we decided to hightail it to our hostel to dry off before exploring any more of the city. We walked south through the Uffizi passageway (for a glimpse of what we’d do tomorrow), and east along the river to our apartment for the night at the Riverbank Hostel. Pleasantly surprised, we found the apartment was bigger and nicer than the one we were staying at in Rome, and it was only €13 per night per person. The colors were a little weird though…

Riverbank Hostel room We laughed about the keys they gave us. They were straight out of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe or Harry Potter. When the owner showed me the biggest one on the lower right, I wanted to be like, "Wow, so we're in Florence, yet we rented a room in Narnia?"Ridiculous room keys

Once the rain had slowed and now that we were dry and refreshed, we ventured out towards the Santa Maria del Fiore, better known as Il Duomo. Truly breathtaking, the Duomo dominates the piazza with the Campanile (bell tower) directly to the south and the Baptistery to the west.

Santa Maria del Fiore aka Il Duomo

The Duomo was closed by the time we got there, and we didn’t feel like going into the Baptistery – the famous bronze doors on its east side – Ghiberti’s “Gate of Paradise” depicting scenes from the Old Testiment - were enough to look at. Apparently, there had been a contest between the major sculptors, artists, architects in Italy for the commission of the doors. In the finals, Ghiberti beat out Brunelleschi (the guy that did the freakin Duomo) and set up a shop enlisting other early Renaissancers, like Donatello, to help out with the project. 

Ghiberti's Gates of Paradise

One of the panels close up

We then decided to orient ourselves with the city by going up the Campanile right next to the Duomo for one of Florence’s best views. €6 and about 430 stairs later:

It got tighter than this as it went up...

Not getting near that railing...

Duomo from Campanile

We headed back to find a place to eat, walked around the Ponte Vecchio (it was dark by then, so pictures turned out badly), and made reservations for the Uffizi for 11am tomorrow. We also found a place to go for the night that had a beerpong tournament with the grand prize of a weekend trip to Prague, Berlin, or Amalfi, which neither Don nor Duch found out until after they had won it. Unfortunately, it leaves out of Florence in a couple weeks, and they’d have to pay the airfair there and back; instead, they sold the trip to the girls they beat for €10.

Day 3 (pt 2) – St. Peter’s, Piazza Navona, Pantheon

Day 3 was packed; for the second half of the day we hit three of the biggest sites in the city – St. Peter’s Basilica, Piazza Navona, and the Pantheon.

Duch Jed and Don at St. Peter's

St. Pete’s is connected to the Vatican Museum, so right when we exited the museum, we headed into the Basilica…which is enormous. When you walk through the doors, the opposite side of the church is two football fields away; everything here is designed to inspire awe through size.

Inside the Basilica

Directly to the right is Michelangelo’s masterpiece, The Pieta, done when he was 25. There was originally some controversy over who actually sculpted it, and so Mike took out his chisle and retrofitted Mary’s sash with “Michelangelo Did This.” 

Michelangelo's Pieta

The 7 story bronze Baldacchino over St. Peter’s grave is very impressive, as is the apse beyond, both done by Bernini (who also did the Square outside). The alter below the canopy was actually made using marble taken from the Pantheon. The dome above was designed and begun by Michelangelo, and after his death, it was finished based on his diagrams.

Bernini's Baldacchino and Apse

 We didn’t make it down to the crypt or up to the top of the dome on Day 3, but we have plans to later in the week. We headed out and down the broad boulevard, across the Tiber River, and over to Piazza Navona for lunch. The Piazza is dominated in the center by Bernini’s greatest fountain, “The Four Rivers,” which depicts four river gods representing the four continents of the time: the Nile, the Ganges, the Danube, and the Rio de la Plata. 

Duch and Don in Piazza Navona

After a couple pizzas in the piazza, we walked a few short blocks to the Pantheon (latin for “all gods”).  The open oculus in the center of the dome was meant to produce a column of light piercing the rotunda. When it rains, the water flows down the slightly slanted floor into drains on the outsides of the circular floor.

The Pantheon

Originally, it was used for the greeks as a kind of worship supermarket – it had sculptures of all of the major gods, and you prayed to any or all that you wanted. Today, those statues are gone, and buried here are the first two kings of Italy and one of the original Renaissance men, Raphael (pictured below).

Pantheon, Raphael's Tomb

Tired, we walked back to the Metro, getting a large gellato on the way, got back to our beloved Urbis 2nd piano room and passed out until night time, went out to a couple bars, and caught the bus around 4:30am. Tomorrow: Florence.

Day 3 (pt. 1) – Vatican Museum

Just to give you an image of where we’re working from, here is a candid picture Don took of me in the Urbis lobby while I update you with all of our daily activities (note the box of wine). This computer is literally from the Stone Age; the keys are made of stone, the mouse is an actual rodent, you get the idea.

Hi-tech Urbis computer terminal

I’m going to go through today quickly because we’re trying to head out soon and I still need to shower, but needless to say – Day 3 was a hit factory. We started at the Vatican Museum (Duch had a hard time believing we had actually left Italy and were now in another country) at 10:30am; reservations we had made on the first day online for €26.50 each which allowed us to skip the hours-long line.

Vatican Museum entrance

Once inside, we toured the Pinacoteca (or “ancient Roman or Greek picture gallery”) which was full of dyptics, tryptics, and various icons from the middle-ages as well as Raphael’s “Transfiguration,” Leonardo’s “St. Jerome,” an Caravaggio’s “Deposition.” From there, we went through the Ancient Section of Egyption, Sumerian, and Etruscan art with pieces dating from 3,000B.C. to 500A.D.  In the Octagonal Courtyard, we saw two sculptural masterpieces, the Apollo Belvedere and the Laocoon, followed by the Belvedere Torso, which was adored by Michalangelo, who was heard to have said things like ”I am the pupil of the Torso” – pretty high praise coming from arguably the greatest sculptor of all time huh? 

Apollo Belvedere

I have to say, even after being to the Met in New York, the Louvre in Paris, the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, the National Gallery in London, and (as of yesterday) the Borghese Gallery in Rome, the Vatican Museum is probably the greatest museum in the world (and we’re going to the Uffizi in Florence tomorrow!).  There were just so many masterpieces of the Renaissance (my favorite period) that had to be seen, it was exhausting and my camera was completely dead by the end.

The Laocoon - possibly the greatest sculpture of all time.

Above is the Laocoon (lay-AWK-oh-wahn), definitely one of my favorite pieces ever.  He was the high priest of Troy who warned his fellow Trojans, “Beware of Greeks bearing gifts…” and when the Greeks brought over the Trojan Horse as a ploy to get inside the city walls, he again warned his people not to bring it inside. The gods, who wanted the Greeks to win, sent huge snakes to crush him and his two sons – here we see their (both Laocoon, his sons, and the Trojan people’s) final futile struggle.  The sculpture embodies agony and struggle, twisting muscles and terror, and is also considered the most famous Greek statue of ancent Rome. Lost for over a thousand years, The Laocoon was unearthed in the ruins of Nero’s Golden House and paraded up and down the street of Rome in 1506 – seen by none other than Michalangelo who, inspired, began his work on the Sistine Ceiling only two years later.

Belvedere Torso - one of Mike's favs

Here, from the top floor of the museum, we can see the famous Papal Tennis Courts, where Benedickt, and John Paul before him, play their home matched. Duch said that he was going to apply for the position of Papal Ball Boy: “It pays €30 per match, dude!”

 

Vatican Papal Tennis Courts

Let’s skip ahead (for the benefit of my hands and your eyes) to the final rooms by Raphael and the coup de grace of the Vatican Museum, the Sistine Chapel.  Raphael is featured at the end of the tour, having been given the supreme honor of decorating the walls and ceilings of Pope’s personal quarters; at the tender age of 25, and his highlight is the School of Athens which decorates the final room before Mike’s ceiling. What’s funny is that, simultaneously, while Raphael was doing the School and its opposite wall, Michaelangelo was working on the ceiling in the next room. Apparentely, Raphael went to see what Mike was up to, noticed how jacked and heroic everyone in the Last Judgment looks (Raph’s people were a little dainty), went back to his rooms, and made everyone look more muscular and epic. Can you imagine that scenario? An understudy running errands, taking orders, and bringing wine, brea,d and cheese between the rooms for two of the greatest and most influetial artists in human history? A little staggering.

Well, here is the School of Athens - which was Larry Kreiger’s, my art history professor in high school, favorite painting and hangs on the office wall of Drexel’s Philosophy Department Head, Jacques Catudal - and where Raphael’s portrait can be found in the lower right (guy looking out at us with the black beret), Leonardo di Vinci is Plato (center left, pointing at the sky), and Donato Bromante (architect of St. Peter’s) plays the role of Euclid. 

Raphael - School of Athens

Here is the Sistine Ceiling, and the Last Judgment (it was highly illegal to take pictures of any kind in the Chapel, so my pics of the Ceiling and Judgement are a little blurry; don’t tell anyone that I have them or posted them online). Michalangelo, always the weirdo, put his self-portrait on the flayed skin of St. Bartholomew to the right of Jesus (who stands in the center, about to spank all of the bad people to hell).

Michalangelo's Last Judgment

Michalangelo's Sistine Ceiling

Full shot of Sistine Ceiling

Day 2 – Borghese, Steps, and Fountains

We had a 1pm reservation Sunday at the Villa Borghese and the Borghese Gallery, which, due to the previous post, we missed.  After waking up at 2pm, realizing our error, we decided to grab some food and hopped on the Metro north towards the Gallery.  Luckily, the Gallery takes stand-by’s, we made there by 4pm, walked around the enormous park (Villa Borghese) and got into the museum at 5pm.  There is something about the Villa that makes people want to make out and kick soccer balls around because these are the only two things everyone was doing.  It kind of made me want to make out, or at the very least, kick a soccer ball around.  Once inside the museum, we began on the first floor (always a good place to start) and worked our way up through three floors the elegant rooms of the Borhese family.  We didn’t get to take pictures, but I was able to snag one of the building before we entered.

Borghese Gallery

There were only about four works of significant art history (all sculptures): Canova’s “Venus” (which Napoleon’s sister posed nude for :O ), Bernini’s “David” (the most action-packed of all the David sculptures), ”Apollo and Daphne,” and “The Rape of Proserpine,” with various paintings by Caravaggio, Correggio, Titian, and Raphael, among others. Overall, definitely worth the €8.50 entry fee.

From here (northern Rome), we walked south to the Spanish Steps for our first Italian dinner.  The Steps were nice, but it was dark by this time (trucks and staff were cleaning up all of the Rome Marathon admin gear that was left strewn around from the race earlier) and I had heard they were more fun during the day, when they were flooded with hundreds people – Romans and tourists, alike – lounging around and basking in the sun.

Real Italian pasta dinner at the Spanish Steps

From the Spanish Steps, we walked towards Trevi Fountain, sculpted by Nicola Salvi - from what our book said, while the Steps aren’t as impressive at night, Trevi is more impressive at night.  We grabbed a couple Peronis (giant Italian beers) for €1.15 each and sat at the Fountain for about 3 hours – definitely the best hangout for people-watching in Rome, and arguably in the world.  In the time we were there, hundreds of people stopped to take pictures, make out, talk, and just sit and watch other people (like us). 

Trevi Fountain

The only draw-back were the peddlers selling dumb trinkets that nobody wanted.  The classic trinket combination was the camera tripod and noise-making magnet set.  Who in their right mind would say, alright, I have room to carry only two types of goods: let’s go with camera tripods and magnets. Nobody was buying camera stands, and after being rejected initially, the peddles would look at them with this face that said, “Oh, you don’t need a camera tripod? Well that’s okay, you must need these useless rattling magnets then!” No. Nobody wants your crap. We were there for so long that we would see the same guys going up to new people and we would heckle them.  “You probably should get that camera tripod, wouldn’t want any shaky pictures at a time like this! No tripod? Lucky you! He’s got magnets also!”

I didn't take this because my camera is bad at night.

We ended up meeting a girl from Drexel grad school and her cousin who went to St. Joseph’s, coincidentally, when Duch commented that the picture they just took by the Fountain was “Facebook Profile-quality” or something.  We had been joking around with lots of people who were taking pictures for the past two hours, and we were kind of surprised when these two talked back to us, much less that they were also from the Philadelphia area. The five of us ended up going out to Scholar’s Tavern (the Irish pub from the bar crawl) and taking down a fifth of lemoncello (lemon flavored grain alcohol) on the walk to keep warm.  After a couple hours at Scholars watching March Madness and soccer, we parted ways and headed back to our hotel, getting lost a number of times on the way, knowing that we couldn’t be out too late because our reservation for the Vatican Museum was at 10:30am, and we didn’t want a repeat of the morning of Day 2.

Day 1 – Nightlife

We got snagged the first day at the Colosseum by an American guy who would fit in perfectly in Philadelphia with a messenger bag, bright wheels on his bike tires, and a Pabst Blue Ribbon pounder. He told us about this “Colosseum Pub Crawl” starting at 9pm that night, and us, having nothing planned and not knowing of any bars in the entire city, figured a pub crawl was just what the doctor ordered to get the lay of the land.

We got off the Metro a the Colosseo stop and immediately found our guy waiting for us (and the other partiers he had scooped that day), and he and his buddies guided us to the first of four bars around Rome. This first one, called Pier1, was only two blocks from the Colosseum and consisted of an 8 foot by 8 foot basement bar…nice.  It was 20 euros at the door, which included cover at all fur places, a sweet “Rockin’ Roma” t-shirt, and free beer, mixed drinks, and shots…nice.  Needless to say, we took full advantage here from 9-10pm.  The bar tender, Musa, was very needy for attention, and you could tell that he used the same lines and stories every time this pub crawl came through. Nice guy though; kept the drinks coming.

We left Pier 1, got on the bus (which was free and had no problem with all twenty of us drinking beers on board) and took us to the next place, called Drunken Ship, and was arguably the best place so far.  It, too, was not very big, but they had beer pong in the back and – something I believe we should be implimenting in the States – the challenging team bought the game’s pitcher of beer. Thus, if you kept winning, you kept drinking for free – a just reward.

The next place (we have no pictures to show you becaue I left the camera in the hotel room), also was reached via bus, and was called something like Blue but we don’t remember the name or the location because it was so lame. It was like a crap version of Blu Martini in Old City, but without the people or any music from the last ten years. I think we heard TLC “Scrubs” twice while at this place.  This as been a trip-long trend we’ve noticed; the music has been so bad and so old, it’s mind blowing. I was expecting like, Pokerface or Right Round to just be about to hit here, knowing that Europe’s music is about 6 months behind ours, but it was wayyyy older. Like, mostly early and mid 90’s, and every once in a while they would throw in a track from 2004 like La Gasolina. Either way, this place was terrible, and we left quickly.

The last place on the list was Scholar’s Tavern, an Irish pub, which was also awesome.  They had March Madness and soccer on their twenty flat screens scattered around the rather large single room and lots of Irish and English guys would randomly break out into song when a soccer highlight of their team was shown on TV. It was like a little oasis of English (well, a version of English) in the center of Rome, which was nice for us.  They even had a student discount on drinks (!) if you were from one of the American universities that had sister campuses in Rome – we opted to say we were from Temple to keep the lie simple.  Drexel, obviously doesn’t have a Roma satellite campus.  Too many drinks were consumed by me, I got separated from Don and Duch at some point, they ended up about 5 miles south of the last bar and more from our hotel, I hitchhiked back to our hotel, and collapsed till morning.

Day 1 – Ancient Rome

We figured that we should start our tour of Rome where the Roman Empire started (for the most part); in Ancient Rome.  We set out of Urbis to get Metro Passes (3-day bus and rail, at Aldo’s suggestion) at Termini Station, and set off south towards the Colosseo.  Coming up from the Metro Station and seeing the enormous Colosseum (or, it’s official name, the Flavian Amphetheater) rise before you is really something, you sort of forget that it’s the 21st century instead of the 1st.

Rome's Colosseum at Metro stop "Colosseo"

Seeing a huge line waiting to get into the Colosseum, we decided to head towards the Palatine Hill, where our friend Rick Steves told us we could snag some cheap “triple play” tickets (for the Colosseum, Palatine Hill, and Roman Forum) which would enable us to skip all the lines. Yes please. Upon purchasing the tickets, we decided that rather than backtrack to the Colosseum, we would just go through the Palatine Hill and Forum, then hit up the Colosseum third.

Jed, Duch, Don on Palatine Hill

On the Palatine Hill, we saw the Stadium (above) where foot races and team games were held; we saw the lower court yard with this sick fountain (below); and we saw the famous Circus Maximus (also below), where Ben Hur could be imagined racing his chariot in an ancient version of demolition derby. 

Awesome fountain, or what's left of one.

While today the Circus Maximus doesn’t look like much, the Ancient Romans were nuts about their chariot races; apparently the C.M. held twelve races per day, 240 days per year, for roughly one thousand years, and could hold 250,000 rabid, gambling Romans (more than double America’s largest football stadium, Penn State’s Beaver Stadium).

Center is the Emperor's Skybox; right is the C.M.

Onward and downward to the Roman Forum, where the empire really flourished.  This was the area of Rome where the politicians, senators, money lenders, etc. could be seen talking and squabbling in their freshly starched togas

The Roman Forum

.After a stroll through the Forum, we headed back towards the Colosseum.  This stop did not disappoint; we went right past the line and into one of the last remaining ancient wonders of the world.  We took a walk around the first level, noting the labyrinth beneath where the floorboards and sand (or arena in Latin) would have been.  It was in this twisting maze below the carnage where the exotic animals – lions, tigers, hippos, crocodiles, etc. – were kept until it was their time to be sprung upon unsuspecting gladiators or prisoners.

The Colosseum's skeleton

A trip to the second level awarded us views like the one above, and it also gave us great shots of the Forum, Palatine Hill, and the Arch of Constantine (below) - a monument dedicated toward the ruler who changed Christianity from a crime punishable by death to the religion embraced by the entire known world. 

Arch of Constantine as seen from Colosseum

From there, we decided to knock out the last of Ancient Rome and head back to Urbis for a recharging (due to our little sleep on the plane and jet-laggedness). The last three items on the list were Trajan’s Market (below), Trajan’s Forum, and the world-famous Trajan’s Column.  The Roman Empire was at its pinnacle under Emperor Trajan, so I guess it’s alright that he has all of this stuff named after him (considering he was the one who had all of it built).

Trajan's Market and Forum

The Market was part shopping mall, part warehouse of stolen booty, part administration office, while the Forum was mainly comprised of two libraries a court of law, and a whole lot of plundered gold.  The 140 foot Column tells the long story of Trajan’s exploits and military victories, and if the frieze were rolled out, it would be longer than two full football fields.

Most famous column from antiquity: Trajan's Column

Pooped, we Metro’ed back to Termini around 5:30pm, got a giant pepperoni pizza, a liter of Coca-Cola, three boxes of wine, and are passing out in the hotel till tonight. We’re considering doing the famous Forum Pub Crawl tonight (four pubs and a “discotecha” ending around 4:30am) but that’s only if our alarms go off to wake us from out jet lagged, food induced comas.  Tomorrow: Borghese Gallery, Plazza del Popolo, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, and more.

Arrival In Rome

We touched down in Rome’s Leonardo Da Vinci Airport after a hellishly cramped 8+ hour overnight plane ride.  We bought Trenitalia tickets from the airport into downtown Rome’s Termini Station, which is only a block from our hotel, Hotel Urbis.

Hotel Urbis from our window.

Urbis is on the second floor of an old building with an elevator that doesn’t look safe enough for our luggage, much less us, located on a street completely lined with motor scooters.  It’s small, and we may be the only guests, currently, but that’s alright, there are lots of people coming in and out to use this computer and speaking rapid Italian with Aldo.

Duch getting acclimated to the small space

Aldo is our front desk guy/concierge, and is really cool, he talked with us about the immediate surroundings, pointed us towards a grocery store, and helped us make reservations for the Borghese Gallery tomorrow and the Vatican Museum on Monday.  He’s also planning a trip to Secaucas, New Jersey in a month, for reasons that neither Duch, Don, nor I could quite understand. Time to plan out our Saturday…

Packing

wooo just finished packing. printed out boarding passes, sending rent, we’re off tomorrow.