Vatican City

I was not having the best day when we arrived at Vatican City. On the tour bus, a woman accidentally knocked into me and I pulled my back out. To say the least, I felt miserable, but continued on to walk the square and take pictures of the beautiful buildings. The pope was in Mexico, so we knew there was no chance of seeing him. As I was taking pictures in the square, I was surprised there were so many vendors. These vendors ran up to me asking me to buy scares with a picture of the Vatican on them or plastic sets of rosary beads. I was horrified at the indignity of it all. This is suppose to be a holy place and it was crowded with vendors. The lines into the Vatican were long and I lost my mother and sister, which led to panic, so I boarded the bus and made my way back to the hotel. Rome is not a place a tourist wants to get lost in. I never did return to the Vatican and I cannot say, I regret it.