I don’t know why I was surprised to see a “Welcome Pope Francis!” sign in the Philadelphia airport last night. I mean, this is kind of a big deal. But it started to sink in then, and continued to sink in as we drove through the city and saw billboard after billboard welcoming the World Meeting of Families and Pope Francis. I mean, even Wawa is welcoming him!
I also realized last week that this will not only be my first time to see a Pope on American soil, it’ll be my first time seeing the Pope anywhere outside of Rome! I’ve seen John Paul II, Benedict, and Francis, but always in Vatican City or somewhere within the city of Rome.
So it’s happening, folks. I haven’t blogged about my incredible experience at the Bristol night race (thank you, Dad!!) or the whiskey class I took a few weeks ago, or the incredible food I’ve eaten lately, but I’m back here and ready to blog about Philly.
I’ll be blogging serious thoughts over at joanmwatson.com – if I find time at the end of the day – but if I want to blog about things like the sandwich I ate from Wawa last night, you’ll find me around here.
We started the festivities of the week by going to a Padre Pio festival today, complete with people whose names are Antoinetta Biancorosso and Italian men who talked with their hands and plenty of people who were willing to jab you in the back if you weren’t standing close enough in the line for sausage and peppers. Good memories of Rome and hopefully good practice for what lies ahead next weekend.
Okay, Philly. Here’s your chance to shine. I’m still sad Francis didn’t come to Nashville, but it’s time to show him what your city is all about. Okay, maybe not. Please try to make Americans look good.