My family and I were in Italy, to see where my grandfather migrated from. My father and I had just finished out tour of the Vatican where we went to the very top and over looked Rome. I saw various fires of people burning their trash (kinda normal there like Baja) and I actually asked my dad, what would happen if someone tried to bomb the Vatican (I don't remember why I asked that) but his response was that there would be A LOT of pissed off Catholics! Well we went to a restaurant to eat and the waiter told us that someone had bombed the World Trade Towers, my dad told him that people have tried that a couple times. We grabbed our food and headed back to hotel where the only english channel was CNN. Turned it to that channel to see the second plane hit the building, we sat there in awe! As we watched the rest of the events pan out over the evening (italy is 8hrs ahead) I ended up running down to the internet cafe to contact some of our loved ones back home. We were supposed to fly out a day or two later, but we weren't able to, infact we got stuck there for 3 more days, and when I say we got stuck there, I don't mean we got to go explore more of Rome, nope we were up at 4 am head to airport to see if we could get on the am flight, nope back the hotel to come back at 3 pm to try and get evening flight (only two flights out of Rome to Chicago). That was draining just wanting to get home back on our home land to see our loved ones. Finally got on a flight and it was silent the entire way. It's a trip that will never be forgotten that's forsure. We felt Soo helpless at that time.