We had a love-il-y overly aggressive travel agent this time around who finessed us into a bus drop off no more than a mile out of the entry gate where we arrive around 4pm… And if you are hating us for this experience, well, just deal with it. I’m very appreciative of the many who walked many, many miles to get to Cuatro Vientos, we just weren’t one of them!
Our group got through the crowds (Wanna hear what the walk sounded like? Listen here!), into the gate, sidetracked many crowds for food lines as we were literally escorted to a more distant but empty queue for our overnight picnic bags and then went to our assigned site…Which was already declared no vacancy (which, I believe has occurred three of my four WYD vigils.) so, we moved one back, found space pretty quickly and broke camp. The kids like trading, I like reclining.
Storm clouds developed about an hour before the vigil, but it was hard to imagine anything happening… until the skies opened up. The storm was over reasonable quickly, but it was scary like anything. We were all just sort of stuck there, buses and hotel all miles and miles away. When the rains were over, the winds came- they were warm and blew us back to a reasonable temperature as well as drying our clothes, tarps, and bodies.
We had reports from three of our young pilgrims who were up close to all the action. Katie here was really touched by the experience and, in the end, opted to process it all by trading!
The Pope commented “We have lived together an adventure. Strengthened by your faith in Christ, you have resisted the rain.” We then hunkered down for more trading and reclining/ sleep go ahead, guess what I choose.
In the morning, one of the mc’s described the experience as a “hurricane” which our group found as a little of a stretch, but nonetheless, it was memorable.
The Mass was a much calmer experience. It was only interrupted by our travel agent (the ArchAngel Raphael incarnated) with a pick-up location that I am convinced involved bribery of the local poliza. What? I’m supposed to tell her that I’m not interested in this opportunity of grace. Nope, think not.