Having just returned from Rome, I am finally well-rested after my 12 hours of sleep last night. My typing is still suffering—this entry is taking forever to become coherent.
So, there are a LOT of emergency vehicles in Rome. There are three types of police (polizia municipale, carabinieri, and guardia di finanza) and I swear that I saw at least as many types of ambulances. And a blood transport vehicle with a cute caricature of blood on it. Go figure. It was nice inasmuch as the weird European sirens sound so different and almost pleasant compared to the sirens we have here, that they didn’t set off my acquired “Oshitwhere’stheambulance” reaction. Until later in the trip. But they also make very frequent calls, so it’s not as out of the ordinary to hear sirens/see ambulances as it is here (being Brandeis or my Ashland home in the woods).
I was showing my family my trip photos and had to apologize for all of the emergency vehicles. I never used to care.
Also, Vatican ambulances are pretty. Possibly filled with holy water. And are basically there to get people out of the Vatican because their medical service is limited to the “First Aid” room outside of St. Peter’s.
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