Paddy for Pope

Pope's Blessing

              Before we knew it, Katie and I found ourselves in Rome.  We made our way to the nuns once again and were surprisingly given separate rooms.  This was the first time we were going to be sleeping in separate rooms the whole trip.  But that didn't phase us since I spent most of my time sitting in her room anyway.  There were two things we wanted to be in Rome for that week.  We wanted to see Pope Benedict's final blessing and his final Papal Audience.  They were a few days apart so we spent a little less than a week in Rome.  Honestly, I never would have expected to be in Rome again, truly a blessing.  Caution, this post is a doozy...so much happened!  **Click on pictures to enlarge**

crowd for the blessing

           


      There's a priest from back home that is near and dear to my heart, Father Paddy.  This wonderful guy has said mass at our house for many years to make sure we weren't stuck with the ChrEasters on Chirstmas and was the head of the Kairos retreat that I went on and eventually lead.  My parents have known him since he came to America from Ireland, which is just another part of his charm.  The moment the pope announced he was going to step down, many people jokingly started posting pictures and statuses with the phrase "Paddy for Pope".  On top of that, his health wasn't in tip top shape.  So I figured, well...When in Rome.  I was hoping this would show him how loved he is and maybe help him feel better.  So the day of the blessing, we found ourselves in the midst of people from all around the world with my sign for Paddy.  This is when I whipped out the sign and got a picture in front of the Vatican.  Many different people took pictures of me with the sign, and others thought I had some special cardinal in mind for the papacy.  Little did they know, it was just my favorite crusty old man from back home.

              The rest of the week was spent sightseeing for Katie and people watching for me.  Since I had been there a little more than a month ago, it was fun to go back to all my favorite places, especially since suddenly Rome seemed to be poppin'.  Katie would leave early in the morning for mass almost every morning and so we would meet for a later lunch and then head back together.

              Finally the day had come.  Katie and I had picked up our tickets for the last papal audience, although they honestly they were probably useless.  We had somehow convinced the nuns to let us camp out at the Vatican that night and were off for the train.  This train however, did not exist, and we waited an hour at the train station before we were on the correctly timed one.  We were trying to waste as much time as possible as to not spend more time sleeping on cobblestone.  We ate some amazing Pizza and got ourselves in quite the conversation, one that was eventually destined to happen, but was hoping not on this night.  But as luck would have it when tensions were high, we stumbled upon 3 characters.

Priest in the train

              At this bar (again friends, I am of legal age here), were 3 other english speakers.  Katie and I couldn't help but eavesdrop, and were eventually part of their conversation.  One was American while the other two were from England.  Now you're probably thinking these guys were maybe 25-30.  WRONG.  We're talking roughly 40-50 year old men, but honestly they were the most entertaining people I had ever met.  The way they were dressed pointed to wealth, which was later proven via business card, and they all liked to mess with each other.  Plus they bought us drinks, so we didn't have to pay a thing.  By the time we left, we decided to head back over to the Vatican, and the spat we had earlier was completely forgotten.

Not happy to sleep on ground

She's happy to sleep on ground

              We made our way over and staked our ground near the entrance gate to the city which was blocked off.  The sleeping bags we had were great because they were specifically made for the cold weather.  We set up "camp" and I snuggled up real close to Katie as I was about to sleep on cobblestone.  We woke up at 530 to a mass of people that had somehow accumulated while we were asleep.  We then pushed our way to the front of the crowd and had the joy of waiting until 8 am to be let in to the Vatican.

camp out friends

              We found a great group of students that were studying abroad in Rome and decided to camp out as well.  We had staked our ground in the mass of people, and when I felt like I was going to puke, they gave me some of my bread.  We sat and shared blankets and when it came time to shove our way through, we blocked for each other.  Before we knew it, it was 8am, and the gates were open.  I wish I could tell you that the majority of the people that were pushing against me were young people, but really those Italian nuns are not a force to be reckoned with.  This was the one time I didn't mind pushing a nun because I had slept on stone for this, I was not going to get a bad seat.  When they finally opened the gates, Katie and I were separated.  I ran in first, yelled at a French nun in French, and got us front row seats in the process.  Besides the obnoxious French students that smacked their flag against us every 5 minutes (followed by our response of "remember Normandy?"), we had amazing seats.

At the barrier 

             
           Then, Benedict here, took that Popemobile out and drove right past us, maybe 7 feet infront of us, maybe closer. **No zoom on any Pope Pictures**  And this is when people ask me why I wanted to go see the Pope.  For me, seeing the Pope is like seeing the President of France (Obviously a little more important).  I do consider myself Catholic, but there are many things about the church that really bother me.  This includes not allowing women to be priests, the fact that homosexuals are "morally wrong" and more.  Thus, the administration of the Church is not exactly something dear to my heart.  But, regardless, the Pope is the Pope.  So, the President of France isn't exactly dear to my heart and doesn't really affect me too much, but if I were to see him up close, I'd be pretty pumped.  But this was just my opinion.  The coolest aspect of this was seeing how much the Pope really did mean to certain people.  People were crying, screaming, in pure joy seeing him pass by.  I was witnessing a world event, something that is anthropologically very cool.  The amount of people and languages I encountered was crazy.  Over 100,000 people were packed into the Vatican, and even more in the streets.  Truly a sight to see.

Pope pic 1

Pope pic 2

         

The crowd waiting for the Pope

Pope pic 3

And the next day, I was on my way back to Israel.  Katie rode with me to the airport, and we had to say some weirdly quick goodbye as she handed me a pretty hefty envelope.  Inside was such a sweet note and a big bar of white chocolate.  She had adequately predicted I was going to eat a Cheeseburger once more before I go back to the land of Kosher, and I did.  And that's how it felt.  After roughly 5 weeks of on your toes traveling, I was headed back to a place I considered stable.  I could finally sleep in my own bed and just watch a tv show without feeling like I was missing out on much.  Honestly, what a way to end a trip!

Thank you Sister Joan