We are never going to have a boring day here, I think. I'm not upset about it, but my legs are ready for rest.
Had to find a new pen.
I left alone from the villa in the wet, grey morning and really hoped I would find a classmate. The 870 took a weird route; I don't think I will ever adjust to these buses, but I love them. When I go back home I'll never take a bus, because we take twenty minute rides when we could just walk half an hour and go on straight-line routes that don't ever pass much of anything interesting.
The bus was packed with nuns, like pirates, who had commandeered a ship. By 10:40 St. Peter's was already crowded and when I say crowded I mean there was a massive throng of people waiting anxiously beneath the Pope's window. I wasn't fifteen steps into the square when I saw Aleth standing with Corinne and Mary and we pushed right up to the fountain with a perfect view of the window. Thanks to my obnoxiously bright hair Erin found us in the crowd and later Gracie, Stephen, and Dylan did as well.
As we waited I realized that I don't know how to be joyful. Everyone else can cheer and chant and scream and I just stand there overwhelmed by the noise and the energy. It looks to me like irreverence, but that isn't fair to say. It just seems like celebrity and not regard for the office that Benedict (for now) holds, but I'm probably just trying to be haughty and more pious than I am.
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