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That's it, we're outta here. We move down to the Hotel Nazionale, and Sarah is much happier. My what a pampered little Italian princess she's become. Enough lagging, the Pope is waiting - off to the Vatican! Along the way we grab some cappuccinos at Piazza Navone, yet another plaza with beautiful overflowing fountains just stashed in the middle of random apartment buildings. Eventually we wind up at St. Peter's, in the heart of Vatican City. I'm not much of a religious man, but if I was, I'm pretty sure I would've had a pants-wetting experience. It was pretty awe-inspiring, especially with how the Sun was radiating through the windows that day. We tried to make it to the Sistine Chapel, but it was only open from 8:45 AM to noon. Yeah, like that's gonna happen. So we taxi'ed back to the Pantheon, grabbed dinner at Il'Gabrielo, then wound up at this red carpet nightclub called "Dune". We walked up and Sarah used her trusty "Can we go in now?" (which we picked up in Vegas). We did, and we ended up dancing with Italians to... terrible music. Terrible, terrible, outdated music. Must be a European thing. Oh yeah, and I got yelled at for putting my feet up... again. So far that's 100% of all the foreign countries I've visited. Not bad.
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