This was a little throw-away photo of the Colosseum. I am not even sure I stopped to take it, I think I might have just snapped it as I walked by. It was Sunday, the last day of the trip, and I was so tired. I think it is my favorite photo.
I fell and broke my arm on December 12. The radius is fractured in 4 places. The orthopedic surgeon looks at my x-rays and shakes his head and tells me how fortunate I am that this bone is staying in one place and I don’t need surgery. They thought it might drift apart during my trip, but the x-ray yesterday revealed that it is healing miraculously well. Thank God.
The line at St. Peter’s to get the tickets for midnight mass . It was hours long. The Swiss Guard man took my letter and went to get the tickets.
Waiting in the square for hours to get in the door was a wonderful experience. Meeting people from all over the world. Really nice.
At Mass. I took this photo, and then felt like an idiota for taking a photo at mass, so I stopped.
It was beautiful, profound, moving, awesome. The music was phenomenal.
I wanted to post more photos, but WordPress has changed and I can’t see what I am typing as I type, and it is so tiresome. Typing with a broken arm is not easy.
I hope to publish my photos of Florence, more Rome, Pompeii, and Sorrento later. But this is too much for now.