churches on sunday

The main activity of Sunday was church-hopping. We began with a healthy dose of going to church in Italian, which basically rocked my world. And my signature color has not changed since I've been here. Grey all the way.

And then went through the rest of Rome looking at art and architecture and Pope paraphenilia.

Okay, Bernini is a freaking rockstar and I always forget about him, but he's totally my favorite. And seeing this in real life was sort of like an out-of-body experience, but not so much as St. Teresa's.

Pope sighting affirmative. Wax Pope.