Rome was at the top of our “must see cities” list, and we were finally able to go the first long weekend in June. The Pope was not at home, but we still saw a lot of other old sh!t — all on foot, and all in basically one day. (It was one very long day).

We didn’t mean to be turbo tourists, but we only had three full days for sight-seeing, and the one sight we definitely wanted to see by the end of our whirlwind tour was the lounge by the hotel pool.

Micah slept through the foundations of democracy, but that didn’t stop every Italian — male and and female, young and old — from tickling, hugging and basically taking him directly out of our arms.

Not that any of us minded — as soon as we sat down for dinner the first night, our waiter begged us to take Micah into the kitchen to show him off. For the rest of the night, he called Micah his “assistant.”

We returned to horrible weather in Munich (I bought a new summer fleece) and are already planning our summer vacation. To Italy.

More photos from Rome in our photo gallery — ask us for the login and password.