Exhaustion

So tired after another 50 kilometers or so of walking up and down the streets and back alleys of Rome. We didn't see the Pope. No big surprise there, although I read on the AP wire that we stood in the same place as the Pope today. We visited Pope John Paul II's tomb in the morning and Benedict XVI visited a few hours later. Maybe he was there, paying his respects, we walked through a nearby neighborhood, observing the creative grafitti on posters celebrating his election to Popedom.

We saw lots of big things today. Colossal buildings. Colossal paintings. Scuptures. Big stuff. By the time we got to the enormous Pantheon building, it seemed small and plain. "Ah, seen bigger. With more gold." Sad state of things when you find yourself dismissive of the Pantheon.