On this (N.O.) Feast of the wonderful St. Therese, (St. Remigius ) who saved my vocation, in Rome the sun rose at 7:05, and I saw it, and will set at 18:54. The Ave Maria should be rung at 19:15.
With great gratitude and not a little relief, I have arrived safely and soundly with all my impedimenta intact. I am grateful to my buddy in Brooklyn who picked dropped me at JFK.
During the flight I mainly slept, eschewed the meals, and played chess against the airplane’s system’s engine. It wasn’t much of a challenge on the hardest setting. Keeping an eye on my back rank vulnerability, but things are pretty much in hand… as we landed.
On the way in, going past EUR.
Piramide. Obviously. Behind it is the “Protestant” Cemetery.
Having dropped impedimenta at the apartment, breakfast was sought.
The things one sees. That’s an old one, a ROMA F1 plate.
Shopping for necessities required multiple stops and more than one trip. I still have a few things to collect, including some pre-positioned things from last time.
Everywhere, smiling upon us. Here they are with necklaces as well as crowns.
At the Campo de’ Fiori, I also bought some flowers for the apartment. As one does.
The gals at the grocery store asked for a blessing. Nice. They liked the Latin. So did the people in line behind me.
More later. I must fight jet lag now, with might and main.