This afternoon I head to Rome.
I checked in and used some miles to upgrade.
The screen on this flight is a little different… hmmmm…
And there is a very odd fellow in the window seat.
Anyway, the day is underway.
(Honestly… what were the odds that I should turn on this particular movie, on the eve of my departure, right at that scene with the date?)
Meanwhile… back in Rome itself…. my friend the Great Roman Fabrizio sent photos as he entered S. Maria in Trivio to pray at the tomb of Saint Gaspar del Bufalo (+1837), “hammer of freemasons”.
I have been attached to him since my seminary days in Rome when I was assigned to help on Sundays at San Nicola in Carcere. Saint Gaspar started a confraternity there. There is a plaque and inscription about that in the apse, but it is now covered up by a painting.
Here is the saint.
As The Great Rome writes: “Napoleon’s police tried to tame him and Freemasons tried to kill him many times. He triumphed.
His answer to the French commissar asking him to sign his submission to emperor should be the motto of every pope and bishop requested to yield to the world: ‘non posso, non debbo, non voglio!’ That’s how a Roman priest says ‘No’ when he wants to be talkative.”
“I can’t. I musn’t. I don’t want to.”
St. Gaspar, pray for us.
This is more like it for these posts.
Flight delay ….
How I love rushing for a flight connection because of an unexplained delay. I really like that. These days I build a little extra time into my itinerary so I don’t have to rush. At least the gates are fairly close. there is a strong chance my bag will come with me to Rome.
Meanwhile, no drama in the boarding process so far. Hopefully we can make up time. Departing froma small airport helps a lot.
Where’s my snoose?!?
We made up time and the taxi was short and the next gate was close.
As I said above, I used miles to upgrade. It’s not a Delorean but it’s managable.
Once upon a time I flew business or first pretty often. It’s been a loooong time and I have lots of miles. Hopefully this will help my adjustment on arrival. Eastward travel is a greater challenge for me and my sojourn is short. I need to function when I hit the ground.
The music may make me slit my wrists.
I managed to write a column for the UKs best Catholic weekly, The Catholic Herald, eat something and then sleep for a few hours. Breakfast time has us about an hour out.
Almost to my place.