After a really good shared meal of bruschetta, spaghetti, ravioli, and salad – I’m not a big fan of Italian food in the United States, but I love it in Italy; there’s something subtly different about it here — my wife and niece and I strolled around most of the Vatican walls, eventually entering the Piazza di San Pietro for a magnificent nighttime view of St. Peter’s basilica.
Then, not wanting to surrender to jet lag just yet, we walked down the Via della Conciliazione to take in the Mausoleum of Hadrian — better known as the Castel Sant’Angelo — near the Tiber River.
“The Eternal City,” it’s often called. And you don’t have to be a Catholic to feel the pull and power of the place. I’ve always felt it. Strongly. A friend and former colleague of mine had a sign on his door for a long time that read — in homage to the famous but slightly different maxim from President David O. McKay — “No success in life can compensate for failure to go to Rome.”
Posted from Rome, Italy