Holy Soles

These are the actual shoes Karen wore to visit the Vatican Museum and St. Peter's Basilica. She walked amongst some of the most holy of religious artifacts known to Christians worldwide.

We're pretty sure these shoes can kill Vampires now . . .

Again. . .

Yes. Again, we don't really have anything witty to say about this picture. But, look at that sky! After the first day of slight rain, it was beautiful all week in Rome and gave our pictures a ridiculous sun-dappled feel.

An aside: On Sunday, Karen and Erik, on their return from Rome, stood on line for a taxi in 50 degrees and drizzle.

Live From St. Peter's!

It's Sabbath night live!
It's the Pope's jumbotron . . . less popular acts use it when they're in town.
Bon Jovi. This means you.

At least we got some background in this one . . . right?

Sadly, Karen had to pose Erik's hand and then run back to take this photo. There were roughly ten police officers within picture taking distance from us, but apparently they looked "shifty".

In Erik's defense, they all have guns. So if they did want to steal our camera, we'd kind of be screwed.

Someone forgot their hardhat.

Don't worry, Karen was able to find one with a picture of the Pope on it from a vendor down the street. They also had one with a close-up shot of David's, ahem, well, you can figure it out.

We've got nothing . . .

What can we say? We were in Rome for a week and took a combined 361 photos. Some of these photos were just really, really pretty and we wanted to share them with you. This is one of them.

Sometimes guidebooks lie.

It's not that this was a "bad" restaurant, because frankly even frozen pizzas made in Italy taste pretty good (Karen knows, don't ask.) It's just not good enough to talk about. And not 1, but 2 guidebooks mentioned this as a place to eat near the Vatican.

View? Awesome.
Atmosphere? Pretty fabulous.
Food? Meh.

Karen is taking this as further evidence for a need for her to start a travel magazine/book series/blog. You'd read that, right?

Spot the Italian

Hmmm, orange haired old lady? No . . . Pink Hoodie? No, look at those jeans! Shutterbug? He's a little too svelte to be a local. The smart money is on the guy with the leather bag and well-cut suit, I'm just sayin'.

Lunch Break

The gladiators outside the Colosseum (they take pictures with tourists in exchange for anywhere from 5 to 100 euros depending on the stupidity level of said tourist) occasionally need to take a break now and then. You know, to smoke a cigarette, have a sandwich,  or maybe to change  socks. Yes, apparently gladiators wore socks. . . well, these "gladiators" did.

Out of Office Autoreply: The Burgs are in Rome

We will not have access to voicemail, email or the internet from October 12 until October 18th in honor of Karen's 29th birthday and our 4th Anniversary.

I bet you're a little jealous. Don't worry, we have many photos to share.