Our weary pilgrim, Father John McGowan, OCD, recalls the final event of World Youth Day
I didn’t sleep much last night. I should have brought a sleeping bag as it got just a little cold, though you wouldn’t call it cold, but just enough to keep you awake. Got up at 5.00 by which time many were already stirring. Went to the toilets on the edge of the field, about 200 yards away. Went into the latrines as I did yesterday, only to find there were several women in it, no men. For a nanosecond I thought about it, then decided I’m not that liberal, so went off to find a cabin; there were many of them.
I said goodbye to some of the Westminster and Brentwood diocesan groups, the few who were awake, and headed off to section ‘T1″, which was for the priests who were to conconcelebrate. I got to the entrance only to find a line of priests already there. I thought…
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