A Special Kind of Blue
The thing I loved most about Rome — and I know this will sound silly — was not the Colosseum or St. Peter’s Square, not the pasta or the gelato. In Rome you can just turn a corner and practically bump into a landmark overflowing with history…but that’s not what I loved most about it. And I will always remember the first time I saw the Pope, this smiling man who is quietly but determinedly breathing new life into my faith…but that’s not what I loved most either.
The thing I loved most was the blue sky.
Yes, the sky is blue everywhere, but it always seems bluer in Rome, and I love that even at night, it is a special kind of blue.
Or maybe it’s just me.