We decided that getting up early and eating breakfast at the train station would be the best idea. I decided I needed to drink some Swiss hot chocolate while I was there and I did. However, it was very like American which means an over-abundance of milk (as far as I was concerned) along with the chocolate. Well, they did invent milk chocolate. Fam bought a chocolate easter bunny. That was dairy, too, and too sweet as well. I prefer the really really dark Belgian chocolate which I can easily get in Aberdeen. And I do.
We got on the bus to the airport, hoping that we would be going to the right airport. I was pretty sure there was only one. But… with our luck… The Mulhouse Airport is interesting as it opens out onto 3 different countries. Much like the pools in C.S. Lewis' The Magicians Nephew. You have to watch which door you are going out – does it say Suisse, Deutsch, or Francais? Otherwise, you end up in the wrong country. We were fortunate – the Suisse was the first door we came to when we arrived. And – also Fortunate – there was only one choice for which door we went through to get into the airport. Of course, the plane was delayed. We were on Easy Jet which is like taking a flying bus. When it gets in, the first batch deplanes and the next batch enters. No fuss, no cleaning, just on and off. And, then it leaves. Fortunately, it doesn't sit and wait until the plane is FULL before it leaves like the busses in Italy do. Doesn't matter what time the schedule states. If the bus is full, it leaves. If it isn't full, it waits until it is. Obviously, it is the Swiss who invented timeclocks.
Since we had a half a Saturday in Rome, and my feet were nearly worn off, I opted to go back to the hostel and wander around locally until Fam came back from Vatican City for dinner. I was to scout out a place to eat, too. I revisited my favorite local places(pictures coming, be patient) and found a couple options of places to eat. We picked the closest cafeteria/gelatti place and it turned out not to be the best, but it was edible and entertaining. We should have gone to the family pizzeria. But there is this cheese thing: I don't eat it. Ever. for any reason. Never. Nada. Nein. Nu. Oh, well.
Now I'll show you pictures of Diocletians Baths. They were really cool as well as the Basilica built right next to or on top of it. http://web.tiscali.it/romaonlineguide/Pages/eng/rantica/sAHy4.htm
See, these are way cool. I love archaeology and cemeteries. I know that I began with a sociology major at Wheaton, but if I'd stayed there any longer, the advisors should have redirected me to archaeology or anthropology. That was much more interesting.
Ok. The statues. I love the headless armless statues. Heads up, kids! I'll show you more cemetery pictures, too. Next post will have more Basel cemetery pictures.
I love this guy –>
Remember this, my dear progeny! When I'm dead and gone, you can erect a headless statue as a memorial on my grave site. Or, on the farm as a memorial. Next to the foundation that has no building on it. Very like an ancient ruin, isn't it?
Here is a great archway:
OK. Now for the Basilica of Saint Mary of the Angels and Martyrs which is built next to, within and on the Baths. Very appropriately. See the website above more information on it.
It is an amazing mix of ancient, medieval and modern.
One of the doors. The Annunciation. Gabriel's announcement to Mary. It is quite odd seeing people and angels as if they were trapped in the doors. Or maybe I've watched too much sci-fi?
I'm guessing this is the crucifixion.
The head of John the Baptist. –>
In the back of the Basilica is another courtyard or chapel or church. Check the website above for better information.
Note the torch and ancient stone plaques on the wall.
And last but not least the ORGAN. Just for you Dad! And no I didn't hear it. It is HUGE. You will have to click on it and magnify in order to see the console and bench in the middle waaaaay down at the bottom.