So we're in the middle of exams, but that's not really worth mentioning - save the fact that they are the easiest exams of life and I can't believe that I spent an entire semester in France just to take such short exams. (The French only have exams out of 20 marks.)
Yesterday a few friends arrived from Canada and Sara was going to go meet them under the Eiffel Tower and I was going to meet them afterwards at Notre Dame. I got a text from Sara saying that they still hadn't shown up (like 30-45 minutes after they should have) and so I headed out to keep her company at the Eiffel Tower. Of course, chance would have it that as soon as I got there, I got another text saying that they were on their way to Notre Dame. So I hopped on the RER and got to Notre Dame before they did.
I waited. And people-watched. And waited. And pigeon-watched. And waited. I make it sound like I was there longer than I was, but I waited about 30 minutes and got one more text saying that they were going to be late. So I waited and heard the super annoying sounds of an ambulance siren. You think it's bad in Canada? Try those in Europe! You expect it to fade after a few seconds, but this siren got louder and louder and the ambulance pulled up in front of Notre Dame where I was waiting. Three men got out and cut in front of the super long line of people waiting to go into Notre Dame and the next thing I know, the gates are closed and everyone inside of Notre Dame is evacuated. Guess we were going to go into Notre Dame that day after all. I finally spotted the girls and it was wonderful to see Stephie again after so long! I sadly only got to spend a half hour with them before running up the street to my phonetics class.
I went to Shailene and Cheryl's place after to study some more and while I was there we got a phone call from Erin. Someone shot themselves in Notre Dame. .................................. It was one of those frozen moments. If the girls had been on time today, we would have been in there when it happened. Who knows what we might have seen and experienced. No one else was killed, but the horrid thought remains. We read up on it online and learned that a 78 year old man (who was against homosexual marriage - a huge debate that has been a news item and street demonstration topic all semester) had gone into Notre Dame, laid a note on the altar and took his life. They still had mass yesterday evening, not 4 hours after this happened.
So what do we do with this? My gut reaction was to pray. God, thank You that the girls were late and we didn't have to see or hear this happen. God, this sucks. People commit suicide in Paris everyday - on the metro, at the Eiffel Tower.. - and the news doesn't even make the slightest mention about it. God, Your world and Your people are broken and it has somehow become so normal that people don't bat an eye at a new story. God, how on earth are we supposed to help, make a difference, change it?! God, Your heart must be so broken. God, please show us how to go forward. And please, God, please don't ever let these stories just become another story that we hear about, say "That's horrible," and then move on. If we truly want You to break our hearts for what breaks Yours, then please show us what to do about all this, or at least, Holy Spirit, what to pray about. And God, thank You for Your timing and for making us wait.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Carpe Diem..and something about exams
We're down to less than 2 weeks left in Paris. That's really odd to write and even odder to think about. When I think back on this semester and all that's happened, it's a whirl of emotions. There have been some really, really challenging days and weeks here. There have been some incredible weekends and weeks of vacationing and seeing more of our Father's world. There have been days when I felt like throwing in the towel completely and days when I felt like I couldn't make any mistakes. There have been periods of time when I couldn't focus long enough to spend more than 60 seconds in prayer and there have been times of dancing around my empty room in worship. Times when God seemed silent and times when I could hear Him as if He were physically beside me. There have been moments of deep longing to go home and moments when I was actually able to fully grab hold of the experience that I'm living. And now that we have only 2 weeks left here, I'm scared that I'm going to go back to Canada (all excited to see everyone and have things to back to normal) and then wish that I was still in Europe. How does one really bottle up a moment and not pass up the opportunity of the present?
The catch phrase this past week has been 'carpe diem' (seize the day - for those of you who have never watched 'Dead Poet's Society'). Why not go out to the Dutch store and buy a bunch of goodies? Why not get some face masks and wear them around like crazy-looking clowns? Why not do this, or that, and don't forget that other thing! Sara, Rachel and I were walking back from the metro last night after one of our glorious soirées chez Cheryl and Shailene with all of the girls. It was one of those perfect nights - it was warm with very little breeze, the crescent moon was shining full force, the sky was clear, the city of lights was ablaze, the streets were quiet and we could just barely pick out some stars amidst the light pollution (or was it an airplane, or a bird, or a helicopter? ;) ). We stood in the middle of our street and threw back our heads to look at one of the clearest night skies we've seen all semester. We thought of laying in the street like they do in 'The Notebook' and just enjoying it. There's something magical about times like that, when one of the busiest cities of life just stops for a moment and breathes ever so softly, when you can slow down for a moment and really appreciate the city that's around you, when you can take a deep breath and not smell cigarette smoke or sewers, when you can close your eyes and imagine all of the countless stars up there that you just can't quite see. How do you bottle up a moment like that? How do you make that last?
And then there's reality. Exams start next week. We're not overly worried about them, and yet we have no clue what to study for most of it. The French only make tests and exams out of 20, so our entire mark for our conference classes rests on 20 points. That's a little nerve-wracking, and yet it can't be that hard, right? We have a long weekend as well this weekend (not due to lovely Queen Victoria, but due to it being Pentecost Monday) and we've planning out study sessions. It's sunny outside right now and the park might just be the best place to study today..provided I don't get distracted. Because it's hard not to get distracted when you only have a fortnight to enjoy this place we've been calling home for the past 4 months.
The catch phrase this past week has been 'carpe diem' (seize the day - for those of you who have never watched 'Dead Poet's Society'). Why not go out to the Dutch store and buy a bunch of goodies? Why not get some face masks and wear them around like crazy-looking clowns? Why not do this, or that, and don't forget that other thing! Sara, Rachel and I were walking back from the metro last night after one of our glorious soirées chez Cheryl and Shailene with all of the girls. It was one of those perfect nights - it was warm with very little breeze, the crescent moon was shining full force, the sky was clear, the city of lights was ablaze, the streets were quiet and we could just barely pick out some stars amidst the light pollution (or was it an airplane, or a bird, or a helicopter? ;) ). We stood in the middle of our street and threw back our heads to look at one of the clearest night skies we've seen all semester. We thought of laying in the street like they do in 'The Notebook' and just enjoying it. There's something magical about times like that, when one of the busiest cities of life just stops for a moment and breathes ever so softly, when you can slow down for a moment and really appreciate the city that's around you, when you can take a deep breath and not smell cigarette smoke or sewers, when you can close your eyes and imagine all of the countless stars up there that you just can't quite see. How do you bottle up a moment like that? How do you make that last?
And then there's reality. Exams start next week. We're not overly worried about them, and yet we have no clue what to study for most of it. The French only make tests and exams out of 20, so our entire mark for our conference classes rests on 20 points. That's a little nerve-wracking, and yet it can't be that hard, right? We have a long weekend as well this weekend (not due to lovely Queen Victoria, but due to it being Pentecost Monday) and we've planning out study sessions. It's sunny outside right now and the park might just be the best place to study today..provided I don't get distracted. Because it's hard not to get distracted when you only have a fortnight to enjoy this place we've been calling home for the past 4 months.
Monday, 13 May 2013
Traveling the world
There's an excerpt from a work by Montesquieu that we studied in class this semester about a Persian who travels the world and ends up in Paris. He says that even though they occupy the same green Earth as the Persians, they are completely different people. I've realized in all of my traveling (especially the 4 different places that I was these past two weeks,) that the world really is huge and the way that we live is all so incredibly different.
You've already heard a bit about our trip to Rome and Venice, so here's the brief rundown of the Cheryls taking on Dublin and London!
Dublin was by far the best trip to date (in my opinion)! Okay, so Dublin itself is cool, but not where I'd like to spend the rest of my life, type deal. Our first day there, we wandered around the city..which really isn't that big. We met some Anglican ministers from Newfoundland in front of Christ Church Cathedral and talked with them for a bit. We thought that they were Irishmen at first since their accent was so thick! Cheryl and I were both on a budget, so we didn't pay to do much in Ireland, so that meant that we enjoyed the cathedrals from the outside, which was okay since there were beautiful gardens everywhere and gorgeous smelling tulips that we stopped to smell! We sat in the gardens outside of St. Patrick's Cathedral for quite some time, enjoying the sun when it peeped out, Cheryl whipped through two books and I made sure my diary was up to date. It was nice and relaxing. We then wandered through St. Stephen's Green and saw the bridge fom the movie "Leap Year", that we had watched before we left, and we meandered down Grafton Street - the busy, touristy, street performer street.
I must tell you of a highlight of the day. Upon leaving St. Patrick's Cathedral and pondering as to what we were to eat for lunch, we came across one of the best signs in the world: a supermarket sold products from TIM HORTONS!!!! We both became super excited and, with goofy smiles on our drooling faces, we basically ran into the supermarket and to the counter at the back where we found a pot of gold containing Tim Hortons muffins, donuts, coffee and hot chocolate. Okay, so it wasn't the best selection possible, nor did it really taste as "Always Fresh" as yours did this morning, but it was heavenly nonetheless.
The next day was the best day so far in Europe!! Cheryl and I hopped on a mini tour bus (14-16 seater) and, with our bus driver and guide Danny, took off for the Irish hills! There is so much to say about this day that it is impossible to explain it all here, and the views that we saw were so spectacular that no camera could ever truly capture what we saw, nor what we felt as we saw it. I could have spent entire weeks at some of the lakes that we saw or in some of the mountains that we drove through. Some highlights of the day: For Braveheart fans - yes, most of the movie was filmed in Scotland, but we saw a huge valley where some of it was filmed in Ireland. For P.S. I Love You fans - we stopped off at the bridge where Gerard Butler and Hilary Swank walk!! We took loads of pictures and tried to remember everything from that scene and had to explain the significance of that place to some German guys who had never heard of the movie (what a shame..). So basically - it was an incredible day, full of God's incredible, breath-taking creation that I wish I could have spent more time in.
Our next stop was London, England. Travel note for those who want to go there: never fly into Gatwick Airport. It's super far from the city and when it's late at night and you have no clue where to go, getting to your hostel in the northwest end of the city (sketchville, really) is difficult and annoying. But after a train, the tube (metro) and a taxi, we finally made it. There, No. 8 Hostel took like all of our money (legit - towel RENTALS were 3.50 English pounds!), and we finally went up to our room. We shared a room with a French girl and an English girl, which was actually super fun.
In England, it rains. So of course it would rain our first day there. But at least it doesn't rain for long/constantly/not a down pour. We saw the Tower Bridge and sang "London Bridge is Falling Down" and "London's Burning", cuz what else do you do when you're within sight of it? We saw the Tower of London, which I returned to later (there having a great tour with a Yaoman Warder and saw the Crown Jewels - including the biggest diamond in the world, which is over 500 carets and I was told not to compare my "tiny" diamonds on my hand to it). Cheryl and I visited Shakespeare's Globe, where his plays took place, but we couldn't go in since there was a play going on at that time. We also went on the London Eye that night. That was a lot of fun - seeing London from high up and spotting all the major landmarks. Highlight from that day: there was a 4D experience thing at the London Eye that our ticket included, so we went and the people next to us have probably never seen anything in 3D, much less 4D, since they got super excited and exclaimed at everything that popped out of the screen. Cheryl and I enjoyed their reactions almost better than the movie.
The next day was full: we had perfect spots to watch the changing of the guard in front of Buckingham Palace, and though I kept hoping that the queen would stick her head out the window and say hi, she never did. We took our time going through Westminster Abbey, seeing the graves of tons of famous people (many that I didn't even know were buried there), seeing where the monarchs are coronated and where Will and Kate got married and listening to tons of interesting history. We snapped some pictures of Big Ben, which was really cool to see, and sat in St. James' Park for awhile, seeing Canadian geese, the first squirrels we've seen since leaving Canada, and feeding pigeons out of our hands. Then we headed off to Trafalgar Square. Neither one of us really knew what to expect there, but we weren't prepared for what we did see. There was basketball stuff everywhere! Some international juniors thing was there and we so watched a basketball game! Then they invited people in the crowd to come onto the court and play Bump. So what do the Cheryls do? They go and play Bump in the middle of Trafalgar Square! That was something that neither one of us will forget anytime soon, I'm sure! We won't mention that Cheryl was bumped out by a kid... but he ended up winning the whole thing, so that makes it not so embarrassing ;)
The bus through the Chunnel wasn't as exciting as you'd think, but hey - I can say that I've been through the Chunnel! And that, my dear friends, was the end of our two week vacation. Now we're into exams - one last full week of classes this week, exams and review classes next week, and then our big, final grammar and oral exams. So close to being done, and yet so much still to do ... like that Art History paper that I'm supposed to be doing right now...
You've already heard a bit about our trip to Rome and Venice, so here's the brief rundown of the Cheryls taking on Dublin and London!
Dublin was by far the best trip to date (in my opinion)! Okay, so Dublin itself is cool, but not where I'd like to spend the rest of my life, type deal. Our first day there, we wandered around the city..which really isn't that big. We met some Anglican ministers from Newfoundland in front of Christ Church Cathedral and talked with them for a bit. We thought that they were Irishmen at first since their accent was so thick! Cheryl and I were both on a budget, so we didn't pay to do much in Ireland, so that meant that we enjoyed the cathedrals from the outside, which was okay since there were beautiful gardens everywhere and gorgeous smelling tulips that we stopped to smell! We sat in the gardens outside of St. Patrick's Cathedral for quite some time, enjoying the sun when it peeped out, Cheryl whipped through two books and I made sure my diary was up to date. It was nice and relaxing. We then wandered through St. Stephen's Green and saw the bridge fom the movie "Leap Year", that we had watched before we left, and we meandered down Grafton Street - the busy, touristy, street performer street.
I must tell you of a highlight of the day. Upon leaving St. Patrick's Cathedral and pondering as to what we were to eat for lunch, we came across one of the best signs in the world: a supermarket sold products from TIM HORTONS!!!! We both became super excited and, with goofy smiles on our drooling faces, we basically ran into the supermarket and to the counter at the back where we found a pot of gold containing Tim Hortons muffins, donuts, coffee and hot chocolate. Okay, so it wasn't the best selection possible, nor did it really taste as "Always Fresh" as yours did this morning, but it was heavenly nonetheless.
The next day was the best day so far in Europe!! Cheryl and I hopped on a mini tour bus (14-16 seater) and, with our bus driver and guide Danny, took off for the Irish hills! There is so much to say about this day that it is impossible to explain it all here, and the views that we saw were so spectacular that no camera could ever truly capture what we saw, nor what we felt as we saw it. I could have spent entire weeks at some of the lakes that we saw or in some of the mountains that we drove through. Some highlights of the day: For Braveheart fans - yes, most of the movie was filmed in Scotland, but we saw a huge valley where some of it was filmed in Ireland. For P.S. I Love You fans - we stopped off at the bridge where Gerard Butler and Hilary Swank walk!! We took loads of pictures and tried to remember everything from that scene and had to explain the significance of that place to some German guys who had never heard of the movie (what a shame..). So basically - it was an incredible day, full of God's incredible, breath-taking creation that I wish I could have spent more time in.
Our next stop was London, England. Travel note for those who want to go there: never fly into Gatwick Airport. It's super far from the city and when it's late at night and you have no clue where to go, getting to your hostel in the northwest end of the city (sketchville, really) is difficult and annoying. But after a train, the tube (metro) and a taxi, we finally made it. There, No. 8 Hostel took like all of our money (legit - towel RENTALS were 3.50 English pounds!), and we finally went up to our room. We shared a room with a French girl and an English girl, which was actually super fun.
In England, it rains. So of course it would rain our first day there. But at least it doesn't rain for long/constantly/not a down pour. We saw the Tower Bridge and sang "London Bridge is Falling Down" and "London's Burning", cuz what else do you do when you're within sight of it? We saw the Tower of London, which I returned to later (there having a great tour with a Yaoman Warder and saw the Crown Jewels - including the biggest diamond in the world, which is over 500 carets and I was told not to compare my "tiny" diamonds on my hand to it). Cheryl and I visited Shakespeare's Globe, where his plays took place, but we couldn't go in since there was a play going on at that time. We also went on the London Eye that night. That was a lot of fun - seeing London from high up and spotting all the major landmarks. Highlight from that day: there was a 4D experience thing at the London Eye that our ticket included, so we went and the people next to us have probably never seen anything in 3D, much less 4D, since they got super excited and exclaimed at everything that popped out of the screen. Cheryl and I enjoyed their reactions almost better than the movie.
The next day was full: we had perfect spots to watch the changing of the guard in front of Buckingham Palace, and though I kept hoping that the queen would stick her head out the window and say hi, she never did. We took our time going through Westminster Abbey, seeing the graves of tons of famous people (many that I didn't even know were buried there), seeing where the monarchs are coronated and where Will and Kate got married and listening to tons of interesting history. We snapped some pictures of Big Ben, which was really cool to see, and sat in St. James' Park for awhile, seeing Canadian geese, the first squirrels we've seen since leaving Canada, and feeding pigeons out of our hands. Then we headed off to Trafalgar Square. Neither one of us really knew what to expect there, but we weren't prepared for what we did see. There was basketball stuff everywhere! Some international juniors thing was there and we so watched a basketball game! Then they invited people in the crowd to come onto the court and play Bump. So what do the Cheryls do? They go and play Bump in the middle of Trafalgar Square! That was something that neither one of us will forget anytime soon, I'm sure! We won't mention that Cheryl was bumped out by a kid... but he ended up winning the whole thing, so that makes it not so embarrassing ;)
The bus through the Chunnel wasn't as exciting as you'd think, but hey - I can say that I've been through the Chunnel! And that, my dear friends, was the end of our two week vacation. Now we're into exams - one last full week of classes this week, exams and review classes next week, and then our big, final grammar and oral exams. So close to being done, and yet so much still to do ... like that Art History paper that I'm supposed to be doing right now...
Sunday, 5 May 2013
150 Flavours of Gelato
Vacation is awesome! You get to speak English, see different countries, try new foods and take LOADS of pictures. We have two weeks of vacation, which we're in the middle of right now. Cheryl, Sara and I spent this past week in Italy - first going to Rome and then to Venice. Starting today, the Cheryls are heading out to Dublin and then to London.
Italy wasn't quite what I was expecting, maybe just cuz we didn't have the sun that I was hoping for everyday. The first night of Rome we went to the Trevi Fountain. It was super crowded, but we fought our way to the edge of the water and each took out two coins. You know the tradition - throw two coins into the Trevi Fountain and you'll return to Rome and a wish will come true. Who knows if either one of those will actually happen, but I love traditions like that. We ate real Italian pizza that night and to be honest, it didn't taste as amazingly superior to Canadian pizza as I was expecting. I guess after working at a pizza place you become a pizza snob. But it was still delicious!
The next day was full of touring all the old ruins. First stop was the Colosseum. We waited in the mob of people (they really didn't have much of a line there) for about an hour or so and then walked out into the ancient arena. Our first thought: where's the floor? We had expected to see a floor covered in sand and whatnot as they always show in the movies. Instead we saw walls of stone that gave the impression of a maze. The brief moment of wondering if we were in the right place or if they had to fight amongst the mazes of stones was later turned to a face palm moment when we took the tour. The Colosseum was built after Nero died, so the thing is ancient and has been through so much (obviously) so the wooden floor that used to be there is no longer there and all that remains in the centre of the arena is the cells that were under the arena floor that caged the animals and prisoners. It was incredible to see and learn of how much of the Colosseum is actually not there anymore. You would never guess by looking at it that it was once covered in marble and had stores around the exterior and seating to fit 60 000 people. Guess that's what happens to ancient ruins. Also, we learned that there is no real record that the Christians were ever executed there. So now I don't know what to think about it..
Next we climbed up the hill to Palatino, where Rome began. It was really cool to see palm trees next to evergreens and normal trees, to see the old, stone walls, to try and imagine what it looked like in the powerful, ancient world, and to try and figure out what all the rooms were used for in Augustus' house. We passed by the Roman Forum too (where all the government and justice courts and all that important stuff took place) and snapped some more pictures.
We spent the rest of the day people-watching at the Pantheon (which we went in a couple days after). This became almost a daily routine for us. We had been told of a store that sold 150 flavours of gelato not far from the Pantheon. It was like walking into ice cream heaven! So many choices! Who knew that you could make gelato out of Kit Kat, or Lindor, or meringues?! We would each get two different flavours in a bowl and sit by the water fountain in front of the Pantheon, slowly enjoying the cold goodness with a little spoon that looks like a shovel. Also, I had never eaten gelato until Italy. You can find it in Paris too, but I figured that I'd wait to enjoy it in the place that's famous for it.
So that was Rome. We went to Venice next. We stayed in a hotel (cuz it was cheaper than a hostel!) and that was wonderful and translated into dance parties, 20 questions and eating Nutella in the most comfort I've been in while in Europe. We spent a full day wandering around Venice, seeing the gondolas, wondering at the point of all the crazy mask stores, climbing bridges over tons of canals, and sitting on a dock overlooking the Mediterranean and tanning. None of us really knew what all there was to do in Venice, so we just enjoyed it and got lost and ate some more gelato. That's the life! We spent almost 2 hours sitting under a bridge the next day singing worship songs. I think that was one of my favourite parts of the Italy trip. I had prayed that morning that I would see God and hear Him in all things that day, and boy did He show up! In ways that I wasn't expecting even (which is typically how He likes to work, I think). It was a calming, powerful time to sing song after song in praise to our God. Words can't really describe it. I was glad that we could take that time. It started raining by around noon, and since we had already seen all of Venice the day before, we decided just to spend a relaxing day in our hotel room. It won't be a day that will be soon forgotten.
And that was Venice. I'm looking forward to traveling to Ireland and the UK this week. So much to see, so little time! Arrivederci!
Italy wasn't quite what I was expecting, maybe just cuz we didn't have the sun that I was hoping for everyday. The first night of Rome we went to the Trevi Fountain. It was super crowded, but we fought our way to the edge of the water and each took out two coins. You know the tradition - throw two coins into the Trevi Fountain and you'll return to Rome and a wish will come true. Who knows if either one of those will actually happen, but I love traditions like that. We ate real Italian pizza that night and to be honest, it didn't taste as amazingly superior to Canadian pizza as I was expecting. I guess after working at a pizza place you become a pizza snob. But it was still delicious!
The next day was full of touring all the old ruins. First stop was the Colosseum. We waited in the mob of people (they really didn't have much of a line there) for about an hour or so and then walked out into the ancient arena. Our first thought: where's the floor? We had expected to see a floor covered in sand and whatnot as they always show in the movies. Instead we saw walls of stone that gave the impression of a maze. The brief moment of wondering if we were in the right place or if they had to fight amongst the mazes of stones was later turned to a face palm moment when we took the tour. The Colosseum was built after Nero died, so the thing is ancient and has been through so much (obviously) so the wooden floor that used to be there is no longer there and all that remains in the centre of the arena is the cells that were under the arena floor that caged the animals and prisoners. It was incredible to see and learn of how much of the Colosseum is actually not there anymore. You would never guess by looking at it that it was once covered in marble and had stores around the exterior and seating to fit 60 000 people. Guess that's what happens to ancient ruins. Also, we learned that there is no real record that the Christians were ever executed there. So now I don't know what to think about it..
Next we climbed up the hill to Palatino, where Rome began. It was really cool to see palm trees next to evergreens and normal trees, to see the old, stone walls, to try and imagine what it looked like in the powerful, ancient world, and to try and figure out what all the rooms were used for in Augustus' house. We passed by the Roman Forum too (where all the government and justice courts and all that important stuff took place) and snapped some more pictures.
We spent the rest of the day people-watching at the Pantheon (which we went in a couple days after). This became almost a daily routine for us. We had been told of a store that sold 150 flavours of gelato not far from the Pantheon. It was like walking into ice cream heaven! So many choices! Who knew that you could make gelato out of Kit Kat, or Lindor, or meringues?! We would each get two different flavours in a bowl and sit by the water fountain in front of the Pantheon, slowly enjoying the cold goodness with a little spoon that looks like a shovel. Also, I had never eaten gelato until Italy. You can find it in Paris too, but I figured that I'd wait to enjoy it in the place that's famous for it.
So that was Rome. We went to Venice next. We stayed in a hotel (cuz it was cheaper than a hostel!) and that was wonderful and translated into dance parties, 20 questions and eating Nutella in the most comfort I've been in while in Europe. We spent a full day wandering around Venice, seeing the gondolas, wondering at the point of all the crazy mask stores, climbing bridges over tons of canals, and sitting on a dock overlooking the Mediterranean and tanning. None of us really knew what all there was to do in Venice, so we just enjoyed it and got lost and ate some more gelato. That's the life! We spent almost 2 hours sitting under a bridge the next day singing worship songs. I think that was one of my favourite parts of the Italy trip. I had prayed that morning that I would see God and hear Him in all things that day, and boy did He show up! In ways that I wasn't expecting even (which is typically how He likes to work, I think). It was a calming, powerful time to sing song after song in praise to our God. Words can't really describe it. I was glad that we could take that time. It started raining by around noon, and since we had already seen all of Venice the day before, we decided just to spend a relaxing day in our hotel room. It won't be a day that will be soon forgotten.
And that was Venice. I'm looking forward to traveling to Ireland and the UK this week. So much to see, so little time! Arrivederci!
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