Our last night in Rome was beautiful in a sad kind of way. We ate dinner at a cafe that had about 4 little tables inside, about 8 little tables on the sidewalk, and, because that was sometimes not enough, 4 tables in the street! We watched the moon and ate salads and dessert. We didn't hurry.
We got back to our hotel and had some time before the bus left. Ronda said, "Mom, I have something to show you, and it's close enough so that you won't hurt your feet any more." Yes, a week later after being lost for 4 hours, they still hurt. I trust Ronda. We left and walked a few blocks. She had discovered that we were staying only a short walk from the Colosseum! It was really old and falling down, but in the dark it looked old and falling down. I know a little bit about the early Christians. The Roman emperors enjoyed putting some hungry lions in the Colosseum with some Christians, just to see who would win. Seeing it brought tears to my eyes. There were people who were so dedicated to their new religion that they allowed themselves to be mauled and killed for the entertainment of the wealthy. That may not be true, but that's what I've heard. And I got to see the place!
The darkness and the hour pushed us forward, but I got to see the Colosseum!
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