Here it is in the middle of May, which I know only because it’s my birthday! Otherwise, I’d be pretty sure it’s the end of April and I have plenty of time to accomplish the many, many projects I have going on.
One reason that May got away is that we took our European vacation — the weekend after I had a speaking engagement in Seattle. This is not really me, to go bombing about in that relentless fashion… but there you have it.
I had a couple of posts ready for you while I was gone, so I don’t know if you noticed. I tried to fool the internet bad guys and leave Habou with a sense of peace, and it seems to have worked, as the house and her well being are intact.
Here we are at St. Peter’s, the very day of our arrival. The whole time we just dashed about, usually on foot, making the most of every day. I won’t go on and on about it here, I think, but if you want to get a few more postings in the next couple of days, I’ll be recapping on Instagram, so follow me there.
We went so many places at such a pace that we basically did the main tourist things, because those are indeed important.
Thanks to Nick and Natasha, we were gloriously accommodated everywhere we went. I recommend having kids with generous hearts and good taste and lots of hotel points. We also had the grace of occasionally
being rescued from the mad walking enjoying the hospitality of friends, who provided a respite that cannot be too highly regarded and extolled. For us, the highlights were the meetings with these friends and the meetings with our friends the saints in the various and plentiful shrines we visited. Truly, the communion of saints, both living and dead, is the joy of life! The whole time, whenever I stepped into a church and went to a crypt or chapel of a particular saint, I was overwhelmed with a sense of loving presence and friendship.
I want you to know that I prayed for your intentions everywhere — especially at St. Peter’s tomb and at that of St. Francis.
One day we left Rome for the little train stop of Santa Maria delle Mole to visit the University of Dallas campus nearby where faculty friends, the Glicksmans, gave us a lovely and traditional Umbrian Sunday repast.
We met with students who were taking a dessert break before their final push to their last exam. Then we had a little jaunt to Castel Gandolfo which is nearby. The weather turned brisk, so we wrapped up, but the view is amazing, is it not? We also met the family, the Assafs, who run the Thomas More College campus in Rome, who joined us there. (If you have the chance to send your kids to one of these schools, their Rome semester/year will be a truly amazing experience, I can assure you!) By this time, Bridget had already left for England, so we did not see her until later in the trip.
And so it went on in that delightful fashion…
(It wasn’t all walking, either… later, friends treated us to punting on the River Cam, which if that isn’t a dream come true, I don’t know what is.)
Now that we’re home, I’m hoping to tackle some good posts for you. You will be happy to know that the hive split has taken nicely and that the bathrooms are ready to be painted. I will keep you apprised. Bridget will be home tomorrow, yay!
The garden is calling me! Not to mention sewing… and quilting… and knitting…
What are you up to? Let’s chat!