I haven't posted in a while, but I have a story that is just too good to not tell. So here is what went down. Trent, Luke, and I all had planned on going to a blessing from the Pope south of Rome. We got up very early in the morning and headed to Termini train station. We arrived and had no idea what train we needed to get on. I asked a train engineer which train to get on and we all got on the one he said.
Well, the train pulls out and we begin our 40 minute train ride to Castel Gandolfo, the Pope's summer home. The ride was great, but there was a loud woman sitting next to us that started to drive me nuts. The train continued on down the tracks and an hour later, all three of us began to get worried. I finally ended up asking another person on the train if we were ever going to get to our destination. He replied, "I'm sorry, but you're on the wrong train." Great! At the next stop all three of us hopped off the train so we wouldn't get ticketed for being on the wrong train.
Off of the train, we quickly realized that we were in the middle of nowhere, and I'm not lying. There was a black man, a crazy, greasy haired woman who was also lost, and a chicken at the train stop we were at. The black man luckily spoke English and we asked him if he knew how to get to our destination. He had no clue. A train was scheduled to stop at the stop we were at in ten minutes. All three of us ran across the tracks to a tabacchi shop to buy our train tickets. We then ran back and to our dismay, the train never arrived. Two more trains were scheduled to stop and never did. In the end we lied on a train platform in the sun for two hours waiting on a train.
When our train finally arrived, we hopped on and headed back for Rome. When we got back, the was no time to get to the Pope's blessing so we headed home. I guess I will never forget this trip for the rest of my life. The link below is to a Facebook album of photos from the day. They are pretty good.
Our Crazy Trip to See the Pope
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