Casual midnight strolls to the Vatican, because that’s a thing when you live ten minutes away from it. The last Christmas tree I’ll see this season is…the pope’s. And I am okay with that.
The nativity scene outside the Vatican
Potato and sausage pizza from Dar Poeta, allegedly Rick Steves’ favorite pizzeria in Rome. It was delicious. (Extremely distressed to report that it is still not as good as Sally’s potato pie)
I…will figure out what this is and recaption it tomorrow
This here is a momentous occasion called Kelsey’s First Drink. EVER, in the eyes of the law and my mommy. Lessons learned: I hate Peroni, and Mike/Michael/Dante is helpful in times of unwanted leftovers.
Why are dirty hipsters always being pensive?
Taking the new camera out for its first Roman adventure. How artsy am I right? It’s like totally a commentary on Italian youth and angst and uh…the color blue
Ponte Sisto. Aka, where Jack almost got taken. (Sorry Mrs. Yusko, I’m just kidding! I just get paranoid when I don’t see someone for a minute. On the upside, you can be confident I’m looking out for him)
I call it… Buoni Intenzioni. Get it?
With any luck, my photography will improve as I actually learn how to use my camera.