Knew I'd eat and love, but didn't think I'd pray

There was a "pray only" section at St. Peter's that I was curious to scope out. I entered a quiet room of people and sat in the back corner with intentions of observing the room. Now, I'm not religious, I don't go to church, and I don't know how to pray; however, as soon as I sat down, I was overcome with emotion. Feelings that I can't describe in words. As I sat there and looked up at the sculptures of saints, angels and other holy figures, something came over me and I was flooded with tears.
I was bewildered by my uncontrollable tears. I was not sad. I was feeling particularly lucky and thankful. But, somehow, I felt so insignificant and overwhelmed by the idea of something bigger than us. I believed it, whatever it was, that we are not alone in this world. It was more powerful than what my imagination would allow.

Cutting in line at the Vatican

I made it to the Vatican! It is another breathtaking sight as expected. What I did not expect, though, was the line to St. Peter's Basilica to wrap ALL THE WAY around the square. The expected wait was 2 hours and this time, was not about to pay some sketchy tour guide 45 euros to get into somewhere that's free.
Then, I spotted a large group of Chinese tourists towards the front of the line. I subtly "joined" the group and just to make myself seem like I belonged, I randomly waved at a woman in front of me and said, "I'm here!" And you know what? My 2 hour wait was cut down to 2 minutes! Sweet.
Seeing St. Peter"s Basilica really brought those history book pictures to life. The place itself truly is bigger than life, full of masterpieces that can no longer be replicated or imitated today.