In the matter of the Italian cruise ship… oh how I hate this story… I don’t want to post on this, but … o no…. >gluck< … I am going to anyway.
“I struggled with this, but …”
I feel like a second grader who, when another kid throws up, has to look along with all the other kids and then also throws up.
The fact is, this story and the images of that ship remind me of what life is like as an American, but an Italian priest, in Italy.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Italy and my many years in Italy shaped me in countless ways. But…
So, beautiful. So dysfunctional.