It’s a grey, cold, windy, rainy day in Rome… and I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! This is officially day five that I’ve been here as S+L’s Vatican Correspondent. I am now officially accredited to the Holy See Press Office. It only took four days, three paper clips, two photos, and a few well placed phone calls.
I first went to the press office on Friday morning with the necessary paperwork. The Catholic News Service photographer had already sent them my digital pic for use on my press badge. Obviously, being the Eternal City, there was a snag. The person who had my official letter of accreditation and presentation was out of town. Of course, before I could get to that part, I had to explain my entire life story. I handed over my passport to be photocopied. Anywhere else, this would be a task that takes mere seconds. In Italy, with me, it goes like this:
Vatican/Italian official: I’ll need your passport please Miss.
Io (Italian word for “me”): Certainly, here you go. [hands over Canadian passport]
Official: [looks at cover of passport, opens passport to ID page] Eh, Ambrosio?
Io: Yes.
Official: But that’s Italian! You’re Italian!
Io: Yes.
Official: [smiles happily, and switches to Italian] So, your family is Italian? Were they born in Canada?
Io: [now speaking Italian] My Dad was born and raised in Italy. I was born in Canada.
Official: Ah, wow! [looks at ID page again] I see your parents also decided to give you a first name that was pronounceable in Italian!
Io: Well, actually my first name is Spanish. [pause] My mother is Argentine.
Official: [forgets about passport and sits down as if for long chat] Really? How did they meet?


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