April 17, 2009
I love traveling for poker. Playing poker in itself is a rewarding experience for me, but when you add in the fact that I get to hang
out with my friends, meet new ones, and see some truly amazing places, I think I might be one of the luckiest people on earth. This
time, my poker journey is taking me to San Remo, Italy. Of course, I have scheduled in extra time to see what the country (and
neighboring France) has to offer.
We arrived in France in the late evening and rented a car in lieu of a taxi. I had been warned by my French hairdresser that the taxi
drivers charge ridiculous fees and highly suggested that we get our own car. He gave me a run down of the French Riviera and made a lot
of site-seeing recommendations. We made our way to our hotel which wasn't an easy task and were quite pleased with the look of the
hotel. The lobby was decorated with bold colors and had great photographs of old-time Hollywood starlets. Our room was adorable and had
a great view of a few of the streets of Messina. We were only one block from the central square of Messina Plaza, a walking distance
from old town and from the Promenade Des Anglais.
We got ready and had dinner across the street at a wonderful karaoke restaurant. I am not a fan of karaoke and I would never get in
front of a group of people and sing, but watching the French people have so much fun was very enjoyable. There was this one woman in
particular who just lit up the room when she was performing. He voice wasn't great (not too bad either), but she loved what she was
doing and it made the rest of us love it along with her. We enjoyed the night, but we were still tired from our long plane ride. After a
couple of hours sitting there, it was time to go to bed.
After only a few hours of rest, I had a hard time sleeping. The room was quite stuffy because the hotel's heating/air-conditioning
system was prehistoric. During the summer months, you can only have air-conditioning (no heat) and the rest of the time, you can only
have heat. I like it cool when I sleep so I was forced to keep my balcony windows open which meant I could hear all the street noise. I
kept waking up, checking the clock, and then going back to sleep. I was waking up every 5-10 minutes and finally decided to just get up
at 4am and take a shower. My friend was having the same problem sleeping so we headed out about 6 in the morning. Our hotel offered
breakfast (which we thought was included, but instead was way overpriced) so we had a light breakfast before seeing some of the sites
that my hairdresser recommended. He suggested I drive the coast in one direction and take the highway in the other direction. The rain
put a damper on our experience, but we were able to see quite a bit and still had a nice day regardless of the rain. After seeing
Cannes, we took the highway in the opposite direction and headed towards Monaco. During our drive, I was looking for somewhere I could
eat crepes, but every time I found a place, we couldn't find a place to park. By the time we saw Monaco, I was so damn hungry I couldn't
handle taking the coast back. I just wanted to get back to Messina and go to the crepes place that was next to our hotel (and
conveniently located near the underground parking). We got back around 2, had our crepes in a smoke filled cafe and then took a much
needed nap because our day started so early in the moving with very little sleep.
At about 7, my friend woke me up and said "You gotta get moving because your sleep schedule will be screwed up if you don't." After a
LOT of nagging, I got my ass up and we walked around Old Town because the rain had finally let up. There were a lot of cute shops and
restaurants all up and down the street and we had a great stroll until the rain started up again. We decided to take another drive and
head up the coast towards Monaco since we missed that part by taking the highway earlier. We drove through Villefranche and then to St.
Jean Cap Ferrat and I really enjoyed that side of the coast. There were hills and houses on that side and the view was beautiful. After
a couple of hours, we headed back to Old Town so we could eat at one of the restaurants. I picked a restaurant based on how many people
were dining there and how the menu looked and I did a fantastic job at picking one. The restaurant was called Chez Freddy and I would
recommend it to anyone who plans on visiting Nice. The specialty of the house was Paella and it was the best I have ever had.
This morning I got all packed up so I could head to San Remo for the tournament. I don't play until day 1B but I wanted to go in time to
attend the PokerStars party. I am currently on my first train ride in Europe and am looking forward to playing some poker and then
seeing as much of Italy as I can with the remainder of my time.
April 18, 2009
We took the train from Nice, France to San Remo, Italy and arrived in the early morning. We met a couple PokerStars players in the train
station and ended up sharing a cab with one of them because he was also staying at the Castallaro Golf Resort.
The cab ride was an adventure! Before my trip, I had briefly heard about Italian drivers, but none of the stories came close to
explaining what the experience was really going to be like. He drove like he was on a speedway, weaving in and out of cars and the worst
part was we were only on a two lane highway. I was holding my breath each time he passed a car and narrowly missed the oncoming traffic.
After what seemed like an eternity, he turned left and started driving up a winding road. It didn't take me long to realize that our
resort was at the top of the winding road and I was just starting my adventure.
We managed to arrive at our hotel safely and did the usual check in stuff. I got my PokerStars player's bag and we headed to our room.
The room was a mini-apartment and was much more than we needed. There were two rooms with beds and a small kitchen and bathroom. Our
patio had a view of the golf course. Even though all of that sounds amazing, it wasn't the type of hotel that I am used to staying in
and I wasn't thrilled with our accommodations. I think we were only sleeping on box springs because the bed was almost on the floor, the
internet connection was lousy, the bathroom had no counter space and the room temperature was controlled by the receptionist at the
lobby. Fortunately I only booked this room for a few nights because I knew that if I managed to make it through to day 3 I would want to
move to a closer hotel. The hotels near the poker tournament were booked when I originally made reservations and I knew as people were
eliminated from the tournaments, hotel rooms would start opening up.
We had to take a nap when we got
to the room because our bodies still hadn't adjusted to European time. We woke up with just enough time to get ready and head down the hill
to the PokerStars party. The European PokerStars party was no different from the LAPT parties and I was surprised about that. The European
Poker Tour has three times the players in their event so I figured the party was going to be a major blowout, but it wasn't. We met a few
new people, mingled with some old friends, drank free alcohol (I only had one glass of wine this time), and ate some free food. After a couple
hours of mingling, we hopped on the shuttle bus back to our hotel. There were 9 people on our HUGE bus and all of our faces had the look of
panic when the bus turned up the hill to make the winding road trek. I was doing alright for awhile until the driver had to take a sharp
"almost u-turn" to continue his way up the hill. He went to make the turn and got too close to the side with the rock wall. He tried
to turn and couldn't quite make it so he had to spend about 3 minutes backing up and then moving forward until he could make the turn. If he
backed up too far, we were going over the edge and it was a LOOOOONG way down. I was literally in tears. When we got to the top, we vowed to
never take the big shuttle again. Only small shuttles or taxis for us.
This morning we woke up early and had our complimentary breakfast at the hotel and then headed off to Bussana Vecchia with a nice couple
we had met at the PokerStars party. We had no idea what this place was, but I found the place when I googled "things to do in San Remo".
It didn't disappoint and the four of us had the best day of our trip so far. Bussana Vecchia ended up being a 1200 year old village
sitting on top of a hill with all sorts of artists. Their houses were also their shops and they sold their goods from them. I ended up
buying a bracelet, a candle, and a few postcards, but there were all sorts of things on sale including some amazing paintings (which I
knew would be difficult getting home and lugging around for 2 weeks). In the last store, we met a woman named Jana and we all fell in
love with her. She spoke great English and told us about how she came there in the hippy days and has been there ever since. She also
told of us that we could walk down a back road and then take a bus from the bottom of the hill to the next place we wanted to go. This
would give us a little more "Italy experience" and we wouldn't have to wait until the taxi driver made it back up the hill to get us.
Our walk down that hill was an experience that I am so glad I had.
Our next stop was Villa Nobel which was the house that Alfred Nobel purchased in 1891. After his death in 1896, the place was sold a few
times before it was bought in 1969 by the tourist board. It is now a museum and it is fascinating.
After our trip to the Villa Nobel, we walked to Casino San Remo so we could get our seating assignment for day 1B. We had a little bit
of time until the registration desk opened so we went across the street to eat some real authentic Italian food. I ordered the 4 cheese
Penne and it was spectacular. After registering, we jumped in a cab and headed back to our hotel so I could get a good night’s rest for
April 20, 2009
The tournament didn't go very well for me and
I was out before dinner break. The hands I lost with made me feel extremely frustrated and I am ready to head out to see what Italy has to offer.
The day started out with me drawing an extremely tough table including Marcel Luske. It seemed like every other seat was filled with a
European pro and I wondered where some of the qualifier fish from PokerStars were. They certainly weren't at my table. I think I was
only thirty minutes into the tournament when my first big confrontation occurred. I was dealt AA in first position and I made my
standard raise of three times the blind ($150). Everyone folded around to the button and he called. The flop was 442 and I checked to
him. He bet and I only called because I figured it was a pretty safe flop and I planned on check raising on the turn. The turn was a
three and I checked to him again. He made a bet of $600 and I raised to $1700. After some thought, he called. The river was a jack and I
made a bet of $4k. He raised the last of his chips ($2500) and I called. He showed 65 for the straight. I just shrugged it off because
my first thought was there was nothing I can do about that. There were so many possible hands for him to have and mine beat most of
them. There was no way I was going to fold for only $2500 more. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kick myself in the
ass. I had pretty much eliminated the possibility of him having a four, but I hadn't thought about other possibilities and I kept
thinking that I could have (should have) got away from it or at least checked the river and hopefully saved some money by only calling
his bet. Also, ruling out the chance of him having a four was dead wrong because he played 65 so he could have certainly played 54. I
wasn't going to beat myself up while I was sitting at the table. I needed to stay focused and I still had about 3k in chips which I
could work with.
By the time the first break rolled around, I was down to 2k in chips and I was feeling pretty shitty. I not only lost with those aces, I
had also lost with AK vs QQ (he showed the flopped set after I folded on the flop) and with QQ against AA when I gave the "6,5" guy very
little action because I correctly thought he was trapping. 2k chips is still more than a "chip and a chair", but it was a long way from
where I wanted to be.
After the first break, things started looking up for me. I more than doubled my stack when I raised with TT and got two callers. The
flop was 7 high and the player in the blind (the same 6,5 guy) led out and I threw the last of my chips in. The guy to my left thought
about it for a minute and then finally folded. My opponent had QJ so I wasn't out of the woods, but I managed to escape the turn and
river. The guy to my left claimed he would have made a set of eights on the river if he had stayed in. Fortunately for me, he didn't and
I was back in contention. I managed to pick up some more pots including two where I was dealt pocket sevens and had about 8k in chips
before losing a couple small pots a short time later. Losing those couple pots and going card dead made my stack dwindle to about $5500.
I then got dealt KK and had a great shot at winning a very nice pot. I was on the button with my pocket kings and two players limped to
the guy in the cut-off. He made it $1200 and I pushed. The guy in the small blind asked for a chip count and then did some thinking.
Obviously, I had him beat since he wouldn't have hesitated as long, so I was pleased when he finally said "I call." Everybody else
folded and we turned up our hands. He held QQ which was not pleasant for me to see since I run so bad against queens (and run so bad
holding them). The dealer turns up three non-paint hearts and I looked at both of our hands to see if one of us had a heart. Sure as
shit, he had the heart and the dealer wasted no time putting up the fourth heart for him. The river wasn't going to be of any help to
me, but the dealer decided to put up a king to twist the knife a bit.
The tournament would have been a great one to win since there were around 1200 players in the event. First prize would have been a
pretty penny, but I am going to have to wait until the next event. Not sure what that is going to be, but it will probably be a Latin
American Poker Tour (LAPT) event because I have made so many great friends on that tour. For now, I am going to vacation in Italy
starting with a trip to Venice.
April 22, 2009
I couldn't get out of San Remo quick enough. The place didn't have much to see and staying at that golf resort was inconvenient
especially when it came to transportation. I woke up at 5am excited to get to my next stop, Venice.
Our train ride was an adventure in itself because we needed to get to a main train station to buy train passes that were flexible.
Generally, I am not a very good planner and when you combine that with the fact that I had no idea when I would be finished playing the
tournament, I couldn't make any set plans. A train pass seemed to be the perfect solution. Genoa was the closest main train station but
when we arrived there, their computers were down, so we headed to Milan. When we arrived in Milan the woman at the counter told us that
even when you buy passes you have to pay a reservation fee for each leg of your trip so a lot of times it doesn't work out to be any
cheaper. We decided to not waste anymore time trying to figure it out and we got on the next train to Venice.
Our hotel was a two minute walk from the train station and it didn't take us any time to throw our stuff in the room and venture into
the city. We didn't have a lot of time before nightfall, but we had enough time to see a few gondolas, take a picture on the famous
Ponte di Rialto bridge, and browse in a few shops where Murano glass was the main retail item. We also had a great dinner including a
salad (trust me I don't usually get excited about salads) with the best tomatoes I have ever had.
The following morning, we woke up early and walked over to San Marco Square where we explored some of their most famous attractions
including Basilica di San Marco and Doge's Palace. The church was absolutely amazing and I literally get teary eyed when I walked into
it because of the beauty. Everything in the church is done in Mosaic and the detail that was put into each and every piece was
unbelievable. After a couple hours of sightseeing, we had lunch at a little cafe and had some of the best pizza I have ever had. We
spent the rest of the afternoon looking in shops and walking around the city and taking lots of photos. When dinner time rolled around,
we walked over to the restaurant with the great tomatoes and I was disappointed they were closed for the evening. We settled on another
restaurant that was satisfying, but not even in the same league as the one from the night before.
We packed up our stuff when we got to the room because we were leaving for Florence the following day. In the morning, we had enough
time to do some last minute sight seeing. We took a private water taxi to the island of Murano where we saw the artists making glass
sculptures. After touring one of the factories, we were guided to the showcase area that was full of various glass items. I had always
thought many of the glass sculptures were beautiful, but after seeing the pieces being made, I had an even greater appreciation. I was
tempted and came very close to buying a $2,000 sculpture. Even though I still think the sculpture is amazing, I am so glad I resisted
the urge to buy it.
April 23, 2009
We arrived in Florence in the afternoon and headed to our hotel which was close to the train station. On this leg of the trip, we
decided to book a 3-star hotel rather than the usual 4-star we have been booking. We got a great rate on the room and didn't think there
was going to be much difference between the two. We were way wrong! We definitely won't be booking any more 3-star hotels while in
Italy. The location of the hotel was convenient, but that was about the only good thing it had going for it. The room was a little
grungy and the bathroom was ridiculously small (even by European standards), but the worst part about the room was the bed. You could
literally see the waves in the mattress from the wear and tear on it. Seeing the room was a bit of a downer, but we weren't going to
dwell on how crappy it was. We were in Florence!
We didn't waste any time before seeing the city. Our first stop was Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore otherwise known as The Duomo.
The outside of the church was a spectacular sight and the inside was no different. There were beautiful archways and high detailed
ceilings, but my favorite part was the painting on the duomo ceiling. We got in line to hike up to the top of the Duomo and I am not
exaggerating when I say "hike". It was 463 stairs to the top, but it was worth it. We got to see the paintings on the ceiling from
up close and there was an amazing view from outside where we could see the hills of Tuscany and the rooftops of the buildings in Florence.
After seeing the church, we went to Piazza Della Signoria where we saw Palazzo Vecchio and some amazing marble sculptures in the Loggia.
After, we went to Ponte Vecchio and took a picture while sitting on the bridge and then did a little window shopping in the jewelry
stores. The day was long and I was exhausted from all the walking and I was getting real hungry. We started to head back so we could
have dinner before heading back to our crappy hotel. While walking, we stopped and talked to one of the artists and I ended up buying
one of his waterpaintings. It was a painting of a musician sitting at a piano. I originally wanted to buy a painting of a landmark in
Italy so I could be reminded of our fantastic trip, but the musician painting grabbed me and I wanted to have it for my house. I was
certain I would be able to find another painting during my stay in Italy.
We found a restaurant close to the Duomo and it was everything I wanted. It had character, a great atmosphere, and the best Italian food
ever. We started off by sharing a salad (here I go again with getting excited about salad) that was nothing less than spectacular. It
had artichokes, ham, tomatoes, and the best mozzarella cheese I have ever had. The cheese was cut into oval shapes and it looked like a
hard boiled egg. I sliced it into thin slices and put some balsamic vinegar on it and I was in heaven. There was enough cheese in the
salad for each of us to have four pieces and I savored each and every one of them. After the salad, I had a spicy penne pasta dish and
it had the most amazing flavor.
Earlier this morning, we took a
day trip to Pisa. We walked from the train station towards the area with the leaning tower and as we turned the corner, we could see it in
the distance. The sight of it peeping from behind the buildings was exciting and I hurried to get up close.
Once we arrived in the plaza,
we saw a lot of people doing the cheesy photo where you pretend to hold the tower up. People looked funny as they did it, but it's just
something you gotta do when you are there. So we joined in on the fun and got some great photos. We spent the afternoon looking at the
various sites, taking photos, browsing at the vendor stands, and climbing to the top of the leaning tower. Climbing to the top was amusing
because you could feel yourself being pulled or pushed to one side as you climbed around the building. It was also pretty cool to look out
towards the other buildings with the slanted pillars of the tower in the foreground. It gave a nice contrast and the slope of the building
was easy to see when doing that. We headed back to Florence in the afternoon and did a little walking around before eating dinner at I Matti di Firenze (the same restaurant from the night before). Of course, we had to have the salad as a starter and then I had a pizza which
April 25, 2009
Siena was our next stop and we arrived yesterday, early morning. We talked with a couple on the train and they said we should see San Gimignano if we had a chance. So when we got to our hotel. we looked into tours and we saw one that went to San Gimignano and also where
we could try Chianti wine in Tuscany. It left in the afternoon which was perfect timing. We booked the tour and walked slowly up to our
meeting point so we could see the city a little bit. When our tour guide arrived, he started calling out names of the people going on
the tour "Rosario?" and I said, "yeah we are here". "Johnson" and the people answered and raised their hand.
"Retarded?" and all the English speaking people looked at each other. A few of us gave a little chuckle. "Retarded?" His
accent making it even more funny. He looks at this older couple and says "Are you Retarded?" I thought I was going to bust a gut,
but I managed to hold it in. And then the lady replies to his question "I don't know." I couldn't refrain and laughed and laughed
and turned my head so people didn't see me, but every time I looked at my friend Sos, he was laughing even harder than I was. We were both
in tears and a group of three younger girls were laughing along with us. It was probably the funniest moment of our trip and thinking about
it now still makes me laugh out loud.
We went to a Villa and the owner of the property explained how he turned the old house into the villa that it now is. According to him,
he cleaned things up when he bought the place and planted olive trees in a certain area of the property. During the remodeling, he found
an old recipe for a certain type of wine on the wall of the house and over the years he has perfected the recipe. We went inside the
Villa and had a tasting and everything was wonderful. I ended up buying spicy olive oil, truffle olive oil, balsamic vinegar, spices and
Our next stop was the city of San Gimignano and it was a beautiful city. Our tour guide gave us an hour in the city to see whatever
sites we were interested in seeing. I was interested in looking at the architecture of the buildings and walking along the streets. I
was glad that we saw the city and thankful that we met that couple on the train or I would have never known about it. Our next stop on
the tour was another villa where we tried all sorts of wine and had some lunch meats and bread with the tasting before having a
vegetable/bean goulash dinner. Everybody seemed to enjoy it, but I couldn't bring myself to eating any of it because it looked so
unappetizing. We arrived in the late evening and went to bed so we could get an early start in the morning. We wanted to see more of
Siena before heading to Rome.
April 26, 2009
We arrived in Rome in the late afternoon after taking a train from Siena. After checking into the hotel (which was a huge upgrade from
the one in Florence), we went to went to see some sites stopping at Trevi fountain first. The fountain is only 100 yards away from our
hotel and it was one of the points of interests that I wanted to see most. I was shocked to see how many people were surrounding it and
I was hoping that it wasn't an indication of what Rome was going to be like. I squeezed through the crowds and took a photo in front of
the fountain and made sure to throw a coin into the water as part of the tradition.
We walked to the Coliseum and stopped at one of the memorial buildings on the way. The building was as big as our White House and had
guards in front standing still as a Roman statue. Past the memorial a bit, we started to see the ruins of the Forum with the Coliseum in
the background. Sos wanted to stop and see all the ruins, but it seemed a little dull to me. We stopped, he was amazed because he is
fascinated with history and I was bored because it just looked like old ruins to me. We proceeded to walk until we reached the Coliseum
and I took some great photos. I liked seeing this because I am more aware of the history of the Coliseum. I also liked that I have seen
it so many times in pictures and in movies, but this time I was looking at it up close and in person. We weren't able to go inside
because it was after hours so we walked over to the Circus Maximus which was pretty interesting. This is the place where they used to
have public games and chariot races (think Chariots of Fire). It doesn't even look close to the same, because it was covered with grass,
but you could tell how large it was and could sense how it used to be thousands of years ago.
Today we went to the Spanish steps where I bought another painting. I really enjoyed this area because it was covered with brightly
colored flowers and also had a great vibe with all the artists sitting at the top of the stairs selling their art. When we left there,
we went to the Pantheon (my favorite building as of yet) and Piazza Navona before taking a tour to Tivoli.
In Tivoli, we stopped at Villa Adriana where we saw more ruins (yipee) and then we went to Villa D'Este (otherwise known as Tivoli
Gardens) and it was stunning. It was a place that was recommended to me because I enjoy seeing gardens and flowers and the place did not
disappoint. Everywhere you turned, there was another garden crevice or water fountain and each was more spectacular than the first. I
think I took about one hundred photos of all the different areas. Our guide gave us some history on the place and we learned that the
gardens took many years to complete and I thought that every moment the people worked on it was worth it because it was breathtaking.
We headed back to Rome in the evening and had dinner. So far, I have not been thrilled with the food in Rome. It isn't any better than
any of the Italian food I get in Los Angeles. As a matter of fact, it hasn't even been as good as in L.A. I made up for the
disappointment by treating myself to some Gelato.
Tomorrow we have plans to go to the Coliseum and the Vatican.
April 27, 2009
The past week has been so much fun,
but also exhausting and I still have four more days of my trip left. This morning, we woke up early to do a guided tour of the Coliseum and
the Forum. I am so glad that we decided to take the guided tour rather than just see it on our own because our tour guide was a walking
encyclopedia. He told us he has been here for 9 years and is working on his Masters degree in Theology. He talked continuously throughout
the tour and I was disappointed when it ended because I was learning so much about Roman history. Originally, we were planning on heading
over to the Vatican after visiting the Coliseum, but when the tour guide said he does the Vatican tours on some mornings, we decided to eat
lunch and call it a day. We have to wake up at 5:30 am tomorrow because we are taking a 13 hour tour to Pompeii and the Amalfi Coast. The
following day, we are going to take the Vatican tour and hopefully the tour guide we had today will be the one working that morning (he was
unsure of his schedule when we asked).
April 28, 2009
We just got back from our tour and I am glad we got to see all of the cities, but disappointed we didn't have more time and also
disappointed that our tour felt more like a taxi ride because we didn't spend very much time at each sight.
The first stop we made was Pompeii to see the ruins. Once again, I wasn't thrilled, but having a guide helped because he explained what
the different buildings were. He was also entertaining, but not in the usual sense. While exploring the inside of the bath house, we
were behind a group of German tourist. Their guide was explaining things to them and we were standing behind them waiting. Our guide
snapped and starting arguing with them in German. The German tourists looked appalled and then headed off into the next area. Our guide
turned to us and said "They just think they can take as long as they want. The stupid Germans. I hate them. They killed my
Grandparents." And we all looked at each other like "What the hell? This guy is nuts." We went on to explore the brothel.
Our guide said they could tell it was a brothel by the paintings on the wall. There was a series of sexual positions painted on the wall
with a number next to them so they assume that the customers would go in, look at the paintings and then tell them the number they want.
When we walked outside, he showed us a penis engraved into the stone leading into the building. Yep, there was no mistaking that this place
was a brothel.
When we got into our tour bus, we noticed a group of Asian tourists heading into Pompeii. Our tour guide started ragging on them. He
said "These Asian tourists do everything all fast. They visit Venice, Florence, Rome and Pompeii in three days They cover X amount of
meters. Those Asian people are crazy." I turned to my friend Sos and said, "What is it with these racist tour guides today?"
We went to the Amalfi Coast next stopping in Positano first. We had lunch at a restaurant right on the beach. It was beautiful, but it
was raining most of the time, so that put a damper on the experience. When we were finished, we had about thirty minutes to see as much
as we could. Even though we had umbrellas, it wasn't a great experience and I wished that we could have seen it at a better time.
Driving along the coast toward Amalfi was great and I loved the scenery (despite the rain) and I dreamed of coming back and spending a
few days on the coast during the next trip. When we arrived in Amalfi, we had an hour to ourselves and the experience was better than it
was in Positano because the rain had let up. We saw a few sites, bought a couple bottles of their famous limoncello (you should see the
size of the lemons - they were the size of grapefruits) and then jumped on the bus and headed back to our hotel in Rome.
April 30, 2009
Yesterday we went on the Vatican tour. We didn't get our same "stud of tour guide" this time around, but we got a girl who was
interesting and was almost as good. We started the tour off by waiting for the Pope to make his entrance. We were fortunate that we had
good spots and I got some great close up pictures.
After seeing the Pope, we went into the museums. The first site was a long corridor full of famous old marble sculptures. After seeing
the one corridor I thought to myself, "This is truly amazing." I was amazed at how well the sculptures have stood the test of time.
I was amazed at how many pieces of work were in one place (and I knew I barely scratched the surface). I was amazed at how the church can
allow for all that wealth to be sitting in one place and how much good the money could do in the world. There should be no world hunger.
The other sites were just as amazing and the Sistine Chapel was the cream of the crop. Our tour guide gave us a huge lesson on
Michelangelo and the work he did. And looking up at the ceiling was even more fascinating now that I had so much background information.
She told us there was to be no photography inside the Chapel and she said that the guards are strict about it. When we walked into the
area, I saw cameras going off like crazy and I knew they weren't going to come after me for taking photos because I was just a number in
the crowd. When we left, she said she has never seen that before and she has given many tours. I was happy to walk away with some really
After seeing the Vatican, we left Rome and started making our way back to Nice. I had my heart set on going back to Florence. I don't
know what it was about that city, but I felt like it was calling me back. When I was on the first trip in Florence, I didn't realize I
enjoyed it as much as I did. As soon as I left, I kept wanting to go back to see more. I wanted to go back to see my artist friend. I
wanted to go back to eat the mozzarella cheese in the delicious salad at my favorite restaurant in Italy. We booked a 5-star hotel
(Montebello Splendid) and had a fantastic last day in Italy. We walked around the city, we stopped and talked with my artist friend like
I wanted to and we had a fabulous dinner (I had the spicy penne dish and salad again). We finished off the night with a great night's
sleep in our comfortable 5-star bed. Things couldn't have ended any better. I love Florence. I love Italy. I love the fact that I have
poker in my life and that it affords me great opportunities to do the things I enjoy.