Never have I seen the throngs of folks wielding selfie sticks like the throngs at St. Peter’s in Rome. The whole scene was too much for me and I gave away my tickets to the Papal Mass and a Papal Audience in favor of wandering elsewhere, in particular along the banks of the Tiber.
A letter written by Blessed Franz Jägerstätter.
Now that moved me.
In the back of the church, a fat German man slurped an ice cream.I’ve thought a lot about the phenomenon of posting our life instead of living it. On FB, no-one ever says I’m having a bad time, this place sucks, I feel
lonely, depressed, and unloved, I just ate a ripoff meal.
Personally, I’ve experienced all of the above on this, and on every trip. I don’t want just to move my body to a new place so I can have a different background for my Instagram pix.