Stolen holy water: still holy?

It's another gorgeous day in Roma! My second morning here, I accidentally slept til 11.30am and then went around with another guy in my hostel room for a while. He was, get this, a mountie, from Vancouver. We had a good time just wandering around the ruins around the Colosseum etc and then he had to get back to the hostel to meet a buddy. So I decided to venture out on my own, and let me tell you all that I have been bitten by a much more venomous travel bug. Tooting around on my own was awesome. I went where I wanted to go and took my time.
My schedule on Thursday after going out alone: Trevi Fountain, Pantheon and little restaurant in an alley where I had the best pasta on earth. The Trevi fountain was surrounded by scads of people, so I just took some pictures and threw in a coin to make my wish. The Pantheon is beyond description. It was absolutely incredible, and probably the thing that's impressed me most so far. **Snapshot of the Pantheon**

Yesterday I was solo all day and I loved it again. I took the metro to the Vatican and it was a zoo. Police everywhere, total chaos. The reason: George Bush was there. Frick. To avoid all the madness, I decided to see if I could luck into a tour of the Vatican necropolis, and I DID. It's an excellently preserved Roman necropolis. A description of this is also quite beyond my capabilities with the English language.
Then I wandered to the top- nay, the TIPPY top- of St Peter's and gazed out on the city from very high up. Then I went down into the basilica (incredible) and looked around. There was a spot set aside solely for prayer and so I went in (albeit nervously, because I have never mastered the art of genuflection). And MOM, I went in and OFFERED IT UP for Gammy! You tell her that!!
On my way out I was prepared to steal some holy water (had the cap off the bottle and everything) but holy water I could not find. Then I asked myself: is stolen holy water still holy? Talk amongst yourselves.
Bite to eat after that, salami sandwich, which I ate in the square. I fed the pigeons and then took pictures, one of which was the severed wings of a pigeon. Leave it to me, eh?**Got to love that Catholic brutality**

On my way home, a lady talked to me in her machine-gun style Italian, asking me directions. So I said Non parlo Italiano. She looked so disappointed that I offered her other options: English? Deutsch? Francais? Well you should have seen the look on her face. Your foreign languages disgust me, it said. Hmph.

Okay, must run. Thanks for all the comments people! It was great to hear from so many friends.
Phil, tell Mark I got his email and give him my blog address. Hi and love to everyone!!!!
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