How I Was Nearly Killed on My Way to Vatican City by Alot of Boots, or Daniella Fashions Here I Come.

We moved with all of our things from central Rome to Vatican City today, and it almost killed me.

San Pietro is a pretty popular name here and apparently the San Pietro stop on the train line is in a totally different place than the San Pietro stop on the tram line in Vatican City. We discovered this during the course of our hours long walk to our hotel, which while not as centrally located as where we have been previously, can't actaully be hours walking from a train. At the end of the walk, when we all could go no further, we took a taxi up the hill and around the corner. It was really only a minute-long ride, but he charged us 10 euros for the pleasure- which I knew was a jack even as we were paying it. I asked him if he really meant 10 euros, and he replied that yes, because of the luggage. I almost just gave him our bags instead as I am tired of carrying them anyway and I'd like to have saved the euros for my upcoming boot purchase.

What almost killed me was not the length of the walk, or the fact that I had Itzel in the Ergo on my front the whole time, and our mid-size backpack (stuffed with bedding so not as heavy as Josh's which is stuffed with everything else) at intervals in the Maclaren, or on my back with Ezra in the stroller. It wasn't the bumpiness of the cobblestone streets either. That WAS hard, but harder was the fact that with every meter we walked towards Vatican City, we walked further away from the store near the San Pietro subway stop that had tens, maybe dozens of pairs of beautifully made boots on fantastic sale. To everyone who said boots in Italy are unaffordable, OMG you were so wrong! Though I may never find that store again, I am sure I am going to try. Maybe most people make a point to visit St Peter's Basilica or whatever when they come to Vatican city, but I know where I am headed.