So I’m balancing with one leg on the barrier and trying to hold my phone in the other hand, filming. I did have the best view, although now not so good as they’ve let a lot of other people into the space that was in front of me.
I wasn’t sure this morning whether I would come down here today. The thought of standing out in the open in 33 degrees heat wasn’t very attractive. I took my time over breakfast, faffed around in my room, dawdled down to the square. All to ‘waste’ time.
I decide now that I might as well go in. I pass through security and out in the vast area. I then get caught up with it all. I see him on the big screens. I hear the service; the singing. So I wait. In the sun. We are all waiting for 12 0’clock. For him to appear at the window, to make a speech.
But as it is Pentecost, he decides not to appear at the window but to greet the crowds in his popemobile. So here I am, balancing on the railing, a sea of mobile phones, joining in with everybody else. Trying to see the Pope come past; trying to get the perfect photo.
And was it worth it? Was it worth the heat headache that I then have all afternoon! Yes it probably was.
He’s the Pope!
Journeys with my pencil 