As a convert to Catholicism, I’d deliberately delayed my inaugural visit to Rome. I was aware of the impact such a trip to the “Eternal City” has had on countless souls before me and so wanted to make it when I was truly ready, with appropriate company and in the right vein. I had furthermore been apprehensive, warned by fellow Catholics that the city is not as it once was.
Yet what I discovered is that Rome is not nearly as Italian as it is Catholic. Something that only going there could reveal. I genuinely expected a typical administrational capital city, full of the identical corporate-consumer garbage you find in all major cities.
