Old stomping grounds

There is an old Italian proverb that goes something like "he who goes to Rome and doesnt see the Pantheon comes and goes a fool". Somebody please call Berkeley and tell them that a fool I am not. Paula and I recently flew in to Rome from Bucharest, where we were greeted by goregeous blue Italian skies, punctuated solely by soft cumuli inviting us into a world where Renaissance magnificences is passed, casually, by Romans on their morning walk to work.
We found our hostel, as couchsurfing had failed us, and took off. We RAN from place to place, each destination adding momentum to our enthusiasum and egging us on to the next sight. When we found ourselves in the Sistine Chapel, our legs began to fail us. With throbbing feet we sat and reveled at Michelangelos ingenuity. We quit the place and found pizza and wine. Oops. We got a little...come se dice, drunk. So we stumbled back to the hostel, after a gelato or two and partied even harder. Now its time to go see Florence. Peace.