We do things in a strange, but beautiful way. And I love it.
Making a perfect circle with our bodies in the courtyard of our monastery (ain't no thang?) during
chapter meeting with Hannah our RA as the center only to watch her lift her
left hand in the air displaying a ring. We unknowingly reenacted the scene of
the inside of the Pantheon where Federico proposed to Hannah, which led to lots
of shrieks and tears.
Celebratory gelato and laughing about how even epic romantic
experiences can coexist with annoying saggy tights, just like the awkward
juxtapositions like two gelato flavors that simply won’t achieve flavor harmony.
A schedule for the day consisting of sitting in the library,
going to hear the nuns at Buon Gesu sing vespers, worshipping at the Preghiera,
and going to dinner at Locanda del Lupo where Enya continues to outdo herself
with our meals.
Letting words like boustrophedon and canticle tickle my
mouth.
Taking a casual field trip to the church down the road where
Thomas Aquinas cell that he occupied for a bit was located, but now obliterated
by Mussolini’s demolition to the church to put up military buildings.
Mussoooliiinnniii. Tsk.
Magic coffee and complimentary cream puffs at Adrianos.
Spending a Friday working on Roberta’s farm and liberating
fave beans from the suffocating weeds with a hoe until I can’t move my arms.
Receiving the best wages of more food than I could ask for and playful pups.
A hug train for my dear pilgrim friends who walked 35 kilometers
while praying and painting along the way to Lake Bolsena.
Impromptu dance parties while waiting for dinner.
Impromptu dance parties while waiting for dinner.
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