For the last few days, I have been lounging around Rome. Waking up late, taking the scooter into the city, reading by the Colosseum and eating all over town. I stood huddled with hundreds of people from all over the world last night to see the Pope. After the candle light procession, the way of the cross, he stood on a hill above the Colosseum to address the eagerly waiting crowd. He spoke about the Easter Season and the meaning of Good Friday. At least that is the gist of things I understood from the bits of translation I got from the Italian man standing next to me.
That little red dot in the little red tent on the hill is the Pope.
Today, I am off to meet up with a friend of a friend at the Vatican for a ticket to the Easter Vigil tonight.
