Nothing like waking up at the crack of dawn, make our way to the Vatican City in freezing weather, climb over 300 steps to the top of St. Peter's Basilica to watch the sunrise, then wait over an hour to get inside the Sistine Chapel. Yup. Cray-cray, huh? That's because it was. We didn't even get to see Pope John Paul II throughout all that ... effort! Would I do it all over again? Maybe just the Sistine. I could stare at Michelangelo's painted heavens all day. Absolutely one of the more awe-inspiring sights I've seen throughout my extensive travels.
Because let's face it, those 320 steps to the top of St. Peter's ain't for the weak of heart. Brutal. Dizzying. Torture, even. Once was enough!
besos ... jin.