The smallest country in the world.
Resides the highest leader of the catholic church.
The pope.
As I climbed and climbed and reached the top of St. Peters Basilica. Even though I was exhausted, the thoughts that went through my head was. "This is heaven on earth"
While resting around at St. Peters. Several thoughts came through my head. Where is my Peter? My rock. I observed one fellow traveler asking strangers to participate in one of his film projects. The Japanese fellow beside me was approached. And I overheard their conversation.
He had quit his job to bike around the world. He was using his very limited English to communicate with the film interviewer. So how come he approached him and not me? How come I did not start a conversation with this stranger. Everyone has their unique story. Waiting to be acted, waiting to be told, waiting to be recorded. But was I too British by that time to listen? I was no longer dumb and naive and did not talk to strangers. But I was also missing out on learning about others.
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