The last two weeks of Lent (24 March to 8 April) was St Andrews' scheduled spring/Easter break. Needless to say, all of us JSAs took trips we would never have the opportunity to again. My trip began in Rome on the first Saturday, 24 March. The flight to Rome was fine and through my window-side seat, Italy literally appeared golden, the sun setting over its green hills and the Mediterranean. Everything was going well, and I couldn't help but think my trip blessed. On my cab ride to Sant'Anselmo, the Benedictine seminary I stayed in to visit Br Cassian, however, my trip appeared doomed. After landing, I walked with my duffel to the taxi stand. I was ambushed, though, before I reached it by a man who seemed, in all honesty, to be a cab-driver. He proceeded to tell me that where I wanted to go would be very cheap and he led me to his car parked in a sea of taxis.
An obelisk so old the Israelites leaving Egypt might have seen it |
It was the latter. He tried to charge me the extravagant amount of 75 euros for the trip that should have cost 40. I still ended up paying too much, but I was able to talk him down.
After this, my stay in Rome went incredibly well. On Sunday, I went to Mass at St Peter's with my friend Tom from Holy Cross and we church-hopped around Rome. He was able to show me his favorites and then some. On the other days, I went to the Vatican Museums, the Palatine Museums, the Colosseum, St Peter's again, a lot more churches, and various gelaterias.
One note about the churches: there are literally churches steps away form each other and any one of them anywhere else in the world would be world famous. In Rome, though, they are par for the course, as they say.
My trip to the airport after four and a half days in Rome was uneventful compared to my trip from it. This was because I had Br Cassian with me.
The Pantheon |
The Vatican |
After the tour, we explored the city on our own, spending perhaps the most time at the Basilica of the Annunciation, where the angel appeared to Mary according to tradition. The Basilica, like most major churches in the Holy Land, seems to have been built in the 70's, and as such it is rather ugly. Nonetheless, it is a very prayerful place and we were glad to have found it.
The next day we went up to the Sea of Galilee (more a lake than anything) and went to the Mt of the Beatitudes, the chapel of the Primacy of Peter, Mt Tabor where the Transfiguration happened, and the Church of the Multiplication of the Fish and the Loaves, a Benedictine-run church and monastery that is the dependent house of where we stayed in Jerusalem.
Grotto of the Basilica of the Annunciation |
We then caught a cab, a licit cab, to Dormition Abbey om Mt Zion where we stayed for Holy Week (after they graciously cancelled my reservation at the Armenian Guesthouse in the Old City).
First thing worth taking a picture of in Jerusalem |
Western Wall |
The last few days in Jerusalem, the Triduum, Br Cassian and I took it easy, because on Good Friday night, after the Way of the Cross and a long nap, we passed the night in Vigil at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, where both Calvary and His tomb are. It was interesting to see both the Greek Orthodox and Armenian Catholic, who share the church with the Roman Catholics, liturgies there. There is some animosity between the 2 groups, though. At one point, every altar needing to be incensed, the Armenian and Orthodox deacons met, and, instead of ignoring each other and stepping aside, they played chicken, incensing each other until one gave up.
The tomb at night |
On Easter Sunday, after Mass and two big meals, it was time for me to get to the airport 7 hours ahead of time so that I could pass the security that, as I had been told, would take a while. This is the one disappointment I have of the trip. Both times at the airport, I was neither detained for very long nor subjected to the incessant and repeated questioning by different airport and governmental authorities. If that is my one regret about this trip, though, I don't think I can really complain.