We headed to the Vatican to see he Pope's funeral but were unable to get there - all the roads to the Vatican were blocked by barricades and police. We ended up sitting on some steps near the Tiber River, like everyone else, and listened to the funeral over the loudspeakers. The choir was beautiful. Someone spoke in Italian, or maybe Latin. Someone read a prayer in English, which reminded me that there must be millions of people around the world listening as well. I felt the solemnity. I have little connection to Christianity, Catholicism, or the Pope, but I was on the edge of tearing up nonetheless.
I read that there were 250,000 people inside St. Peter’s Basilica, and another 150,000 lined the streets of Rome to view the procession.
I thought of the sweet nuns I met a few weeks ago. They were rushing somewhere and as I passed them I heard them ask a person for the time, who did not have it. I went back to the nuns and told them the time. It was such a little gesture, but they were so appreciative. It reminds me how important it is to go through each day with a little grace and gratitude. It was a nice to think about the blessings I have experienced in my life.
On the bridge across the Tiber River to the Vatican
The supreme Court building
Natan found "the best pizza in Rome" - Bonci Pizza, west of Vatican City
Egg and potato, mozzarella and prosciutto, and some sort of spicy tomato sauce
We ended the afternoon with a long walk back to Trastevere through the beautiful park a found some weeks ago.
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