Day Six of Italy: Relics, Reverence and Ruins

Day Six of Italy: Relics, Reverence and Ruins

During day six of Italy, we found ourselves staring at the finger of St. Thomas the Apostle, the surprised participants in a wedding, praying at the tomb of a little girl from the 1930’s soon to be a Saint, riding 13 miles through Rome on a bicycle, and in constant amazement at every turn.

Day Seven of Italy: The Vatican Experience

Day Seven of Italy: The Vatican Experience

We spent four hours of day seven in a hot, sweaty, crush of humanity to see the Pope’s place. In those four hours, the greatest impression left on me was that Pope John XXIII, known as the Good Pope, looked not just good but great in his glass coffin after being dead...
Day Nine of Italy: The Magic of Orvieto

Day Nine of Italy: The Magic of Orvieto

It was Wednesday, and the day we would say goodbye to the great long hallway of Domus Sessoriana and Rome. After breakfast, Mom and Bronwyn headed upstairs to our room, while I checked out of the room and headed to Santa Croce in Gerusalemme. I walked through the...