Friday night in front of the Town Council building
The Pope came to Madrid last week for World Youth Day (JMJ). The word in Spanish for "Pope" is "Papa", which I still do not understand because it means "potato". About 1 million extra people have been flooding the streets. They are from all over the world and they parade around with giant country flags, matching backpacks and neon explorer hats. The metro has been unbearably crowded, stinky and sweaty all week. They had to organize with the city to sleep in parks and school playgrounds because there are simply not enough accommodations for all of them within the city. I liked them and thought they were all very nice until they started chanting and having spirit wars in the metro. Some of them tried to stop me and ask for directions in Spanish because the impatience on my face indicated I was local. Despite the inconvenience of crowds, the one thing I did love about the coming of the Pope was that there were nuns all over the city, and there is nothing in the world sweeter than a nun.
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