This is me. In the World.

Two years ago, while traveling in Spain, I was set straight by a dear friend regarding something I clung to in order to establish my identity. As is common when traveling, I was often asked where I was from, and I always responded, "New York" as that had been my last stopping point. On a hot afternoon in Sevilla, my friend overheard this exchange and set me straight: "YOU are not FROM New York. (I'm not?) "People like you are OF the world, you are not FROM New York. Whatever you do, wherever you go, the world is your home...no matter where you have been or where you are going, you will always be of the world. Paige del Mundo. Sounds much better don't you think?" I thought it sounded cartoon-characterish, but I knew his idea was right. Exploring the world - locally or faraway - has always been my passion. So here is the story of Paige del Mundo. Paige of the World. These are my pages written while being in the world. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy telling my story.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

In Search of the Pope

Its a known fact, that hoping to see the Pope on any other day but Wednesday is like finding a needle in the haystack. It simply is not going to happen. And given we were there on Thursday, was a sure sign it wasn't in our cards, but Johanna and I dressed the part. There was no way we were getting kicked out of St. Peter's due to improper dress. Even in the 80 degree weather Rome was having, we dug out pashminas out of our bags and wrapped them around our shoulders.


(keeper of the Pope)


As usual, the square was mobbed with tourists, and we waited in line to get inside. Given the time of day, it was worth the wait. Sunlight streaming through the stainglass provided a 'pope-like' presence throughout the Basilica.

I guess there are times when you don't have to see him to know he is there.
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