Buona Pasqua!

Oh Easter. What a strange and misunderstood holiday.

Misunderstood by me, anyway. BTW, if Easter confuses you, don't go to the Vatican and listen to Easter Sunday mass in Latin/Italian. It does not help.

I got all dressed up in a long black dress and yellow sweater and my roommates and I took a bus to Saint Peter's. I felt like Charlie from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory when I showed the guard my ticket. Sadly, no live chocolate rabbits or candy cane crosses awaited us in the square. There were lots of flowers and nuns though.



I had forgotten why I didn't go to church, but Easter helped me remember. Church is boring. Even Pope-church. It was cool, and I took pictures, but I also kept falling asleep.



The coolest part was the end, when he went to his window and waved.

After mass we got pizza and gelato and then took the wrong bus home and ended up going an hour in the wrong direction. But eventually we made it back and had a fun Easter dinner with all the roomies and a weird chocolate cake for desert while we watched Ever After.

It was a pretty good Easter, despite the lack of chocolate eggs. Though I am going to see if Italy does the same kind of post-Easter candy sales as the US. If they do, I'm going to stock up like a McCarthy era fallout shelter afficianado.