Italy Rome Temple

"When you come to the temple, you will love your family with a deeper love than you have ever felt before. The temple is about families." - Richard H. Winkel



Visiting the Italy Rome Temple was not an simple prospect, but it was worth it!  

We opted to go to church nearer the temple in hopes that the congregation 

members would be able to give us some helpful information on how to view

the construction site.  They did more than that, one family offered to give us a 

ride to the best viewing spot!  The Visitor's Center and Stake Center appear close to being done.

The temple is already so beautiful!

The white dome behind the temple is the Visitor's Center.

To the left of that are the apartments and to the right, the Stake Center.

We definitely met some brave knights today.

First, the lovely family at church who volunteered to drive us to the temple grounds.

We are so grateful for good and thoughtful people.

The trek home from the temple was not an easy one, but it was a memorable one.  

Our last train change was at Termini station, Rome's main terminal is where all transportation collides.  We were shocked to discover that seemingly every person in Rome travels to Termini on a Sunday evening.  The platform was absolutely packed.  

When the train we planned to catch arrived, it became a madhouse.  

There were so many people waiting to get on the train, that the people who needed to get off could not do so.  The swell of people pushed me and The Optimist on the train, but Grandma and NoFear were still on the platform behind us, so we swam upstream to get back to them.  Suddenly the train

was beeping and the doors were closing, with the swells of the crowd still growing.   

The boys had attracted a lot of attention walking through Rome in their white shirts, ties... and handsome good looks.  I think that is what caught the attention of our next brave knight.

Over the din, I heard someone yelling, when I turned to the sound, I made eye contact with an enormous black man.  His hulking presence seemed to stop everyone in their tracks.  

He did a Samson move, placing his feet on either side of the closing doors at the bottom and his hands at the top and then motioned with his head for us to get on.  

His very presence commanded that everyone else stand still while we did what he asked.  

We scrambled past him, he released the door, and the train sped on.  

I reached through the sardined train car to give him a high five and a heartfelt thank you.

This brave knight flashed a beautiful big smile and a playful wink.  

It was the perfect and memorable end to another wonderful day.