Like typical Catholics, we skipped the Mass and went straight to the bread and wine portion of the program, getting up too late to attend an actual service but arriving just in time to greet the Pope; and by “greet” I mean stand in St. Peter’s square and watch as a figure dressed in white appeared from a balcony far, far, away and mutter something in Italian/Latin.
Doubting that the Pope was going to change his stance on abortion, premarital sex, or the switch to digital television broadcasts, we decided we had enough of “from God’ mouth to the Pope’s ears to the Pope’s mouth to our ears” and decided to tour San Pietro Basilica before Pope Benedict decided to remove his mask and reveal himself as the archnemisis from ‘V’:
One thing I found interesting about St. Peter’s Basilica is that they really you’d rather not dress like a whore before you stepped into the Holy Church. 
At first we got in the wrong line and ended up in the tomb of the Popes. The two highlights there was passing the final resting place of Pope John Paul II (whose tomb drew quite a crowd), and the tomb of St. Peter, also quite the attraction. Photos were not allowed in either spot so I decided to go all Commando and take some rouge snapshots. 
Ok , so maybe I need a few more lessons on taking rouge snapshots.
Later we rejoined the right line to enter the Basilica. I guarantee you the pictures here do not do the structure justice in terms of vastness and beauty
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I want you to know that God is judging you -- and he is NOT happy....oh, did I say God -- I meant Mother!!!!! Raptor Jesus must die!
Anyway, the pictures are great, the language is better -- and tell Kate, she is wearing turtlenecks from here on in!
Love you both -- Moms
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