A journal dedicated to the life and mission of St. Gaspar del Bufalo, and to a life lived in response to the call and the cry of the Most Precious Blood of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Our on-going mission is to share good news of hope and communion.
This Hotel, really just a guest house, does not have an elevator. Since I am packed for eight weeks of travel, my one suitcase is pretty heavy. There was no help at the hotel, and the diminutive girl behind the counter was a bit smaller than my bag. The experience of watching me haul that thing up four floors in a tiny narrow staircase would have made great comedy if anyone was watching. It should be fun seeing me try to get it down to street level in the morning. I may just toss it out the window.
It took an act of congress, but I got a few extra pillows so I could support my back. TSA had locked my suitcase so it took another intervention to find scissors to open the bag.
The five hour nap followed by a shower have rejuvenated me and I am set for a night of traditional Irish music. I have fond memories of Gogerty's from 1999 and it is only two short blocks from the guest house. My flight to Rome is tomorrow afternoon.
Actually, today would have been an outstanding day to be in Rome. My fondest memories of this morning's mass was the entrance antiphon. I do not remember the exact words, but it went something like this: "They drank the cup of the Lord and became the friends of God." Ironically, the cup was not offered to the assembled faithful. Although I did recieve the body and blood of Christ, the fullest sign was not present.
