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No toilets in San Pedro
No toilets in San Pedro
Some 20 million tourists are expected to descend on Rome the year next. I would not have toilets in the reports of San Pedro.
To my surprise, I learned that my only visit to the Eternal City. Discovery began fairly regularly when I started to feel one of the most insistent call of nature and familiar as I admired the beautiful interior with respect to the great cathedral.
St. Pierre is a mega-church of overwhelming grandeur and artistic significance religious. Contains a large number of chapels, altars 44, 229 marble columns, but I found my growing unease over bathrooms.
After a frantic search inside asked one of the guards, "the Dov'e toeletta?
In response to my Italian English said the bathrooms were outside the square.
I told my wife, Ann, I would like to return to the basilica in about minutes meet her inside the church near the door.
I went to the Plaza de San Pedro. The sun was setting and the light faded, but still were hundreds of men and women milling about the place. I looked for a bathroom, but found none.
I asked the information office of the Vatican. A young man with a severe black suit, white shirt and gray tie brilliant tight against his Adam's apple with authority said there were a few hundred meters before, but it was almost closing time could be blocked. I ran towards her. It was locked.
I started sucking in the stomach and walk carefully measured steps.
There are 285 columns of solid marble called Plaza de San Pedro. I analyzed each of them with nostalgia that I pass. But there were too many guards Switzerland. Sign of place was a bustling street full of speeding cars and motorcycles noisy.
On the other side of the street, I saw a sign indicating "W / C." I do not know what the "W" or "C" means, but the sign of Rome: a toilet is nearby. Arrow pointing to the right wave.
My bladder is stretched like a balloon about to burst. I ran in front of cars. Drivers honked and shouted the brakes, I lack a few centimeters. Being beaten by a car can be a relief. Certainly not passing would be offended if a pedestrian injured while emptying your bladder lying bleeding in the street.
I made the other side of the street safely and following the direction of the arrow pointed. This led a guard.
"When the bathroom, I asked despairingly.
"On the other side of the square," said a guard, pointing in the direction I had just arrived.
The other side of the Plaza de San San Pedro was, I felt, at a distance approximately equal to the length of the Mall in Washington. It would be impossible to resist more insistent urge of nature to that time.
I followed the road that had just crossed, hoping to find a place that had a public toilet. I found a small Catholic church, was entered. I looked for a client. I found him in the church. A side door leads to the sacristy, which had entered. There was precious gold chalice on a table, but no toilets. It was about 6:30 p.m. Ann, I knew it would have been forced to leave San Pedro, closed at 6.
I've seen pot plants in a large hallway leading to the sacristy. I just started with the water of vegetation, when a tall man gray-haired priest came out of the sacristy.
She gave me a look of horror, disgust and anger on his face alternately in this order, a traffic light that turns from green to yellow to red. I stayed in the room, the water flowing from my leg and on the ground. The priest began to shout something in Italian. I passed him, explaining the move: "I was looking for a toilet."
I Ann found desperately in search of the Plaza de San Pedro for me.
"I wet my pants in a church there. "
"I would not tell anyone," he said.
But now, you see, I have.
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About the Author
Joseph P. Ritz is an award-winning journalist and a published author and playwright. He has worked for six daily newspapers and one radio station. He was a correspondent for the United Press and been a stringer for such newspapers as The New York Post , The New York Herald-Tribune, The Detroit Times,The Chicago Tribune and The London (England) Express.
He is the author of two books. “The Despised Poor,” received favorable reviews in the New York Times and in national magazines.
“I Never Looked for My Mother and Other Regrets of a Journalist “is his latest book. It tells stories about newspaper reporters and editors he has known as well as such well known persons as Truman, Nixon and Martin Luther King.
Ritz wrote part of a series of articles entitled The Road to Integration, which won a Pulitzer Prize He has also won several national and state awards in his own right for his newspaper stories.
In recent years, he has returned to writing plays,
“Trappists” won best play award from Christians in Theatre Arts. IA new production opened in April, 2001 in New York City. It is published by Doubleday as part of an anthology entitled: INCISIONS, Award Winning Plays from the Stage and Screen Book Club.
In 2002 he was awarded a playwriting fellowship by the New York Foundation for the Arts.
Articles syndicated by: The Associated Press, North American Newspaper Alliance, Gannett News Service.
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