Uffizi

Nothing like an Italian art Museum to bring out the pretentious history knowledge that has been lurking deep inside. We went to the Uffizi today, which is a beautiful Museum. It is filled with masterpieces and pieces by the masters.
Aside from viewing the art, our tour was a little trying. Our guide had a thick accent, quiet voice, and tendency to say the Italian version of “Uh” between every other word. She was sweet, but her consistent stream of information about all the art got to be a bit trying.
As if her stream of knowledge weren’t enough, I took it upon myself to explain the “Remus and Romulus” story when a few students saw a sculpture depicting it and were a bit disturbed. Oddly enough, my enthusiasm didn’t sway them, but at least they didn’t mind my nerdiness leaking out…
Here it comes again, because now I have to briefly explain the story:
Remus and Romulus were twin boys, who were sons of Mars (the God of war) and a mortal woman whose father was king until his brother killed him and took his thrown. The two boys were tossed into the river to drown by their uncle, but were saved and raised by a she-wolf. When they returned to the world of man, and learned their own tale, they killed their Uncle and built two kingdoms of their own. After a quarrel, Romulus killed Remus, leaving Romulus confident that no one could challenge his city, Rome.