It was Saturday, and so many questions filled my mind: Were we really going to see the Holy Relics that live next to our hotel once we got to Rome? What does the finger of St. Thomas the Apostle look like? Were monks going to carry our bags to our rooms? What exactly...
The hotel foyer was simple yet elegant with a large mural overlooking a table. A simple counter stood across from the door, and a man serious in nature greeted us as we entered. After checking in and paying cash for the city tax, two young men dressed in shorts and...
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...