Ferrari
A few weeks ago I came across a large number of Ferraris parked in front of St Peter's for no discernable reason. So I took some pictures. Here they are.
A few weeks ago I came across a large number of Ferraris parked in front of St Peter's for no discernable reason. So I took some pictures. Here they are.
There is a pyramid in Rome, so I went to see it. It was pretty boring.
Here are some pictures so you dont have to go, but can know what it looks like. (Hint: it looks like a pyramid)
June 3, was the feast of Corpus Christi. Not the one in Texas, but the one in the Tabernacle.
On this day, there was supposed to be an outdoor Mass at St John Latteran followed by an Eucharistic procession to St Mary Major, which is just down the street.
I am going to try to catch up a bit and blog on some of the stuff since I blogged, which was a long time ago..
Read more...Several of the new friends that I met several weeks ago are seminarians. (Of course they are.) One in particular is a student at the North American College (which is the American seminary in Rome, where inexplicably, some Australian students also study). Two weeks ago I was among several people invited to the NAC to visit the John XXIII chapel – the bowling alley. Pope Blessed John XXIII was gifted a bowling alley, that he didn't have a use for, so he promptly re-gifted it to his neighbors at the NAC. Going to this bowling alley was like a step back into the 1950s. The furniture is all plastic and 1950s modern sea foam green, with ash trays built in.
I had not been bowling in a long time (because Maryclaire will never go with me) but I am proud to say that I did not come in last place during the game.
I came to Rome looking for adventure, and I have certainly had more than a few so far. My most recent adventure, was quite ... exciting.
The family that I had been with is totally crazy (growing “herbs” in the closet, screaming profanity inches from the children's faces, type of crazy). I have enough material for not just a book, but a series of books on living with a crazy family overseas. Lets say that if this was happening in the States I would have called CPS 6564604985608 times. Though the situation I was in was less than ideal, I was happy to be there to show the children love and consistency, and to model to the parents more effective ways to communicate with their precious kids. Even when it was hard (and often it was very painful to see the way the children are treated) I wanted to be their Miss Honey . (A Matilda reference).
Unfortunately that was not in the cards. Through a series of events (mostly just receiving a text message on a Saturday afternoon) I found myself in need of a place to live in the Eternal City. I'm not going to lie, I was in total shock (though I cannot say I was surprised, the craziest things happen in my life, so even the unexpected is not really surprising any more.)
After receiving the fateful text message (and oddly, having very little face to face conversation following) I set out on a mission. I placed ads on an English speaking website, and I prayed. A lot. I made my Mom pray too. My awesome friends prayed for me, and the situation.
I started getting responses from my ads, some were obviously scams ala Craig's List, but some were very promising. I set up a lot of meetings and talked to a lot of people, and I kept praying my guts out.
Then this week I met with a family that I had been talking and emailing with for a few days (the first time they emailed me was when I just got home from Mass on the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus) after talking with them, and playing with their kids (ages 6 and 8) for a few hours, I knew this was a great fit, and they asked me to move in – the next day!
Though my heart is aching for the children that I left and the situation they are in, I am so happy to be away from their crazy parents. The new family that I am staying with is Catholic (they have a parish they go to each Sunday, and their kids are in Catechism classes) I know that doesn't automatically mean they are awesome people, but it does mean we have something huge in common. It means that they are trying to be good people, and do the right thing. It means that they understand something fundamental to who I am. I am SO thankful for this new situation. I am sure that there will be hard times, here too but I will be ok. I always am.
If you think of it, please say a prayer for the “C” family that I left, and their children “M” and “J”. It is a heartbreaking place, the kids need so much more than what they are being offered. The whole family is in desperate need of the fruits of the Holy Spirit (aren't we all).
Sorry for the lack of posting here. I have been having some huge Chesterton type adventures (See the side bar if you dont know what I am talking about). Soon I will update you all. If you know my life in the past few years you will be shocked, but not surprised.
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