When the morning of 27th rolled around, we decided to spend our Sunday service with none other than his holiness (The Pope). So, we tanked up on the continental breakfast provided by the hostel and then hopped on the first transit to the Vatican (Normally the Vatican is closed on Sundays, but as luck would have it, it’s tradition for them to open up to the public on the last Sunday of every month, and free of charge as well). When we arrived at the first entrance we were quickly turned away. Apparently they won’t let you in without sleeves, and since Miles and I were wearing cut offs, we weren’t allowed in. From there we decided to try a different entrance, only to meet with the same demise. As I was looking around trying to find a different point of attack, I guess one of the attendances step away because when I turned back around Miles was already on the inside waving us to come join him. Although we didn’t get to see Michelangelo’s painting, it was definitely worth sneaking into…lol! From there we headed on over to the Coliseum, then up to Palatine Hill. By that point we were all so physically tiered that we decided to go back to the Hostel for a break. When we did arrive at the hostel we stopped for a little lettuce, shrimp, and mayonnaise pizza then off for a little power nap only it ended up being about a five hour snooze.