Falling in Love with the Unexpected

Some of the best experiences on this trip have been things that I was not sure what to expect before arriving. Most of the time, the things that I thought would not impact me at all are the things I remember most now. Upon arriving to Italy, if someone would have asked me what the Medici Chapel was, I would have looked at them with a dumbfounded expression. Even throughout the week in Florence, I had a view of the chapel outside my window and barely knew what it was or what to expect from the inside. The inside is beautiful, to say the very least. My favorite part had to be the tomb that Michelangelo created for the Medici family. The room was filled with lightness in the darkest of places. Normally a tomb would have a negative atmosphere, but not this room. Every piece was sculpted in the perfect colors and style to bring the best out of the room. The ceiling was a replica of the Pantheon, mixing the idea of the circle and square – the mix of the spiritual and material world, creating the perfect harmony. The more I was in this room, the easier it was to forget that I was surrounded by death. Off in the back of this room, there was also a wall of sketches made by Michelangelo and his workers. Through these, I felt as if I had a glimpse into Michelangelo’s mind and could understand the passion he had for his work. Like everything else he created, everything in that room reminded me of how intelligent this man was. Climb the stairs, all 463 stairs. Small, dimly light, tight spiral staircases. Breathe. Don’t think about the space and you’ll be fine. Walking up the stairs of the Duomo seemed like a challenge compared to no other at times. It was less of a struggle to climb the stairs than to not panic over the lack of surrounding space. Like other things, I did not know what to expect when climbing the stairs and reaching the top. Sometimes it was difficult to walk and focus on something other than space, and the best times to get distracted were the holes cut out with a glimpse of Florence. Tops of buildings make these steps worth it. As we climbed higher, we were able to see the separation of the two domes. I was in awe of these layers because this was Brunelleschi’s solution to building a dome as large as the Pantheon. A solution that could only take a genius to create. 450-some steps in and I can’t help but question when we are going to get to the top. I’m anxious to leave these tight spaces and even more anxious to see the view of Florence, the city that has 100% captured my heart. 460.. 461… 462.. “Oh my God,” I hear the person in front of me say. I peer around her to see the most magnificent view I...

Silence the room, but not the mind.

“Shh. Silence. Silenceo.” This voice echoes in the back of my head and I instantly remember where I am. The Sistine Chapel. The room is packed from wall to wall. The hushed voices of people trying to not talk is distracting. I focus my attention to the first wall I see. I am unable to believe that I am in the same room that Michelangelo painted on his back. A piece that was filled with Reniassance ideas such as religion not always being the center of the universe and people thinking for themselves. The reminder to not speak reminds me that I am in a place where history was made. I look up. The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel is actually above my head. The pictures look nothing like this. An image in a book cannot show the vivid colors that make this masterpiece. Being inside this room is the only way to truly appreciate Michelangelo’s intellegene. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart. The room is filled wih people looking up, left, right – most in awe of what they are looking at. There is an atmosphere to the room that is uplifting and takes my breath away. I look up and catch a glimpse of The Creation. My breath is taken away when I realize how beautiful it is. Knowing that Michelangelo placed God in front of a brain to symbolize the idea that humans are able to make decisions for themselves makes it mkre impactful because the message was revolutionary. I am unable to move my head from the ceiling. I hold back tears as I try to take in everything around me. There is no use taking pictures because a picture could never capture the atmosphere of the room and fine detail of each section. For me, being in this room inspires me because it is hard to imagine one person creating this large of a work. This work is so much more than a beautiful painting. It is everything that Michaelangelo was trying to do with his ideas. He painted people in hell for critizing him. He wanted people to know that they could think for themselves and not rely on the church to make their decisions. There is something uplifting about being in a famous room like this. The ideas alone behind each section are larger than any person in the room. When I was surrounded by everything in the Sistine Chapel, I realized that most of the things in my life were significant. What mattered was appreciating everything that Michelangelo had created. There was no room to think about myself. It was a life changing experience to be in a room that was so important to the development in the way we think today.  

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