Ciao Roma!

Our Final Day in Rome – A 12-Mile Journey of Faith, Food, and Serendipity

On our last day in Rome, we were determined to make the most of every minute. By 6:45 a.m., we were already out the door, ready to walk, explore, and soak in the spirit of the Eternal City one final time.

Our first stop was the beloved Sant’Eustachio Café, one of Rome’s most iconic coffee spots. I couldn’t wait to order a maritozzo—a sweet bun filled with whipped cream and one of my all-time favorite Roman treats. It was just as delicious as I remembered, maybe even better. A perfect start.

We continued to St. Peter’s Basilica, where we took time for confession, a beautiful moment of reflection and renewal. From there, we made our way to Santo Spirito Church for the 9:00 a.m. English Mass. It was deeply meaningful to be there—to hear the pilgrim message and participate in the Eucharist among fellow travelers of faith.

Afterward, we treated ourselves to some of our Roman food favorites: slices from Alice Pizzeria, known for its light, crispy crusts, followed by creamy cacio e pepe from a neighboring shop. As noon approached, we stayed near St. Peter’s Square to experience the excitement of the Pope’s Sunday benediction. Standing among the crowd, waiting for his words of blessing, we felt the unity and hope that this city brings to so many.

Next, we explored the charming neighborhood of Trastevere, stopping by Santa Maria in Trastevere, one of the oldest churches in Rome. We wandered the cobbled streets, paused for a refreshing sangria (and a much-needed bathroom break), and made our way to the bustling Porta Portese Market—a treasure trove of vintage finds, antiques, and fashion. It was a fun, colorful whirlwind of local life.

As the day wore on, we walked toward the city center and grabbed an early dinner from Roscioli, a renowned bakery and pizzeria. The pork and potato pizza was incredibly satisfying—simple, bold, and delicious. For dessert? The best gelato in the world from Giolitti. Truly. It was a sweet note to begin closing this unforgettable chapter.

On our way home, we passed Sant’Agostino Church and stepped inside. There, we had a quiet moment of prayer and admired a stunning Caravaggio masterpiece, one final brush with beauty and stillness before the day’s end.

But God wasn’t quite done yet.

Back at our apartment around 6:45 p.m., something stirred in me. I got a second wind and felt called to walk over to Santa Maria Maggiore, hoping—just maybe—to catch a glimpse of Pope Leo. As I entered the square, his car pulled up. Moments later, the barriers opened, and I joined the crowd near a large screen. Fifteen minutes passed, and then—there he was—appearing on the balcony to bless the people. It was a moment I will never forget. On our very last evening, God opened one more door, gently reminding me of His presence at every step of this journey.

We’ve walked miles, seen wonders, and shared something sacred. I am so deeply grateful—for the beauty, the encounters, the quiet prayers, and especially for the chance to share this with Becky.

Tomorrow at 5:45 a.m., we part ways—Becky continues on to reunite with her husband for the next part of their European adventure, and I return home to Los Angeles. My heart is full. These past 20 days have been nothing short of a gift.Read more