Years from now people will ask Desperate, ""Desperate, where were you when the white smoke went up? When the first Argentine pope stepped out on the balcony?""
I would love to be able to say I was in Rome. But the truth is I was in the airport in Atlanta, waiting for my connecting flight to Rome. Saw the whole thing on TV, though. Comforted myself with the thought that at least I wasn't standing in the pouring rain in St Peter's Square.
Anywa we're here now, at a residence right next to the Vatican that looks down on SAt Peter's Square. Relevance of this location: the whole place is packed with TV trucks. We keep tripping over cables. Saw a guy sound asleep in a car that had a placard, "CBS News." Oh, and I think the Vatican choirs are rehearsing for the pope's installation already. We keep hearing choral singing, plus a lot of bells bonging. Hope they knock off before ten.
Rome is as beautiful and intriguing as ever. Spent the afternoon in Trastevere and-- and I want Lenten credit for this--DID NOT BUY A SINGLE GELATO.