The other day, for example, we were supposed to take a day trip to Orvietto, home of an Eucharistic miracle and the cross which spoke to St. Thomas. But, thanks to a blackout in Termini station, we weren't able to go. Welcome to Italy folks! When there isn't a random strike, there's a blackout. Living here, you learn to never to take anything for granted, except the food. Always have plan B when planning anything!
Last Wednesday's papal audience, we went to say ciao to our Papa Francesco, absolutely worth it, despite the crowds. But the crowds... oh the crowds! The little Italian grandmas turn into screaming banshees in a crowd so tight that I couldn't even reach into my own pocket to get a tissue. At one point, working my way up to Vatican security to get into the square, Italian grandma #1 was screaming at me to stop pushing her, while Italian grandmas #2, 3, 4, and 5 were pushing me into #1. I lost my balance and started falling down, unable to right myself. Luckily one of my guy friends saw my plight and reached over #3 and pulled me up. But I made it in and out of the audience safely. And this made it all worthwhile:
The back view of St. Peter's in the morning:
The crowd waiting:
I love the clouds, even if they did bring pouring rain:
People being vacuum sealed into their places. The genderarmeri brought the barrier up and squished them in as far as they could go:
Papa Francesco!!!!!!!:
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