As with all days, the plan was to get up, packed and out early so we could fit in some last sights before leaving for Barcelona. And not one to want to break the habit of a lifetime, it took me longer than hoped to get ready. After tucking into our last breakfast in Rome, we finished packing, checked out and made our way to Piazza del Popolo again, hoping for another shot at seeing the Angels and Demons church.
A quick walk to the square and we were in luck, the church was open and we attempted to locate the Chigi Chapel that was the first stop in the Dan Brown novel. After joining a crowd in one of the chapels, assuming they were there for the same reason as us, we couldn’t identify any of the characteristics we’d researched. Thankful for the new EU roaming plan on our phones, we quickly googled to see where the chapel was, left the crowd to admire whatever it was they were admiring, and checked out the Chigi Chapel.
Making our way back to the hotel, we grabbed our bags, said our goodbyes to Mirco and stepped out into the warmth with our backpacks. Catching the train from Spanish Steps to our last Angels and Demons church, we were feeling the heat by the time we arrived at the church. And of course, it was closed. We took a few minutes to admire the outside, though it looked more like a normal building than a church, so quickly made our way back to the underground station where we’d spotted another church that Mirco had recommended. They say you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, and the same stood for this church as it didn’t look like much from the outside. However, this is actually a good thing as when we walked in we got a real wow moment from the interior.Once we’d sat for a while and admired the church, time was getting on and we really needed to get to the train station to be able to catch the train and get to the airport on time. To save ourselves the stress and worry of power walking to the station as we had no idea how far away we were, we jumped in a taxi. Confused as to why the taxi driver was tutting and shaking his head the whole time, we arrived about 3 minutes later at the train station and it soon became apparent. Oops! Once we’d paid the happy man, we quickly made our way to buy the tickets only to find we’d just missed one train and the next had been cancelled. Not great for a train that only leaves every half an hour. Weighing up our options as we were already cutting it fine getting to the airport in time, we decided to just get the next train and hope for the best.
Thankfully by the time we arrived at the airport, the queue for check in at Ryanair wasn’t moving and even if we’d been here on the just-missed train we’d still not have been able to check in. After what seemed like an eternity, we dropped off our backpacks and enjoyed the Ryanair experience right down to the clapping when we landed in Barcelona. Yeah, apparently people actually do that?
A quick train ride into the centre of Barcelona from the airport, we were keen to check in to our hotel, drop our bags off and make the most of the last few hours of the day. Sadly we had a few issues with our room that, by the time they were resolved, left us with just enough time to find a spot for dinner – yay tapas! – before having an early night ready for a day of exploring in my favourite city the next day!