The night preceding the morning to pope day was pretty cool. We all just sat around an apartment and socialized for a few hours, tossing back some brews or vino or very mixers made with jet-fuel. I stuck to Heineken. While that was fun, it also caused some of us to a little bit less than 100% the next day, making me think that somebody was probably going to pass out or have an involuntary protein spill midway through the Pope's blessing.
Also, it was HOT. I'm talkin' you step outside and you want to sweat, but your body is like, "Eff this" and just dies. Well, not quite, but it was painful sitting there for three hours, listening to the Pope talk about stuff in Italian.
A bunch of people left halfway through, their faces wrenched up in pain from the previous night. I decided to stay just because I was already about a medium well and thought I might as well go for a well done. Plus, I wanted to see the blessing.
A kind old lady behind me was so kind to give me her umbrella. I spent a good 5 minutes after the mass trying to thank her in Italian and she said something some strange language that threw me off. I thought she might have been from Sicily or something until she said, "Brah-Sil," making me realize that I was being an idiot for not noticing she was speaking Portuguese. I ended up just smiling a lot and saying "Gracias" for the umbrella.
After the ceremony I went with some of the gals to get some much needed Gelato at a really good Gelateria and started to make my sweaty trek home.
did you take this picture?? lol It's really cool that you were that close to the pope...
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