The Rest of Switzerland

That Saturday (March 19) was really a recouping day, as it was raining for most of the day, although half the group took the tram back up to Glion and did a lot more hiking higher up the mountain.  It eventually cleared up, but I just wasn't willing to be cold and wet for half the day.  So, Nolan showed me where the grocery store was, and I bought meat, cheese, fresh bread, and chocolate, and had myself a nice lunch while Nolan taught the Moosbruggers how to play poker and blackjack.  Also, we watched the Simpsons--in German.  I couldn't understand what was being said, and it was an awful episode, but it was cool nonetheless that I was able to watch it in another country and another language (although the part we were in was the French sector of Switzerland).

Sunday the 20th (another sunny and warm day) was basically our last day in Switzerland, and we woke up at 7 am, at breakfast a half hour later (when we finally figured out that we could eat the bread, with the meat, cheese, etc.  We walked to the train station and caught the 3:10 to Yuma--just kidding. We got on the 9am train Lausanne, got their a half hour later, and spent half the day wandering around.  After getting out of the train station, we walked up the STEEP slope of the city to get to St. Francois Church--which was locked.  So, we look at the map and see the cathedral.  Then we get the bright idea to hike another mile to the cathedral, down the hill and back up again, but luckily this time we had steps, only to find--it was Protestant.  It had clearly been Catholic at one point, based on certain statues (such as Mary, I believe) and elements from the facade that were taken down and for some reason put in the narthex.

Us at the hermitage, in a tree.

So, we decided to split up, and John, Audrey, Paul, Naomi, and I went off in our own group and headed to a chateau, which simply seemed to be a government building, and wasn't too interesting.  So, after briefly checking to see if it was open, we went to a (former) hermitage, which looked simply to be a large piece of property outside of and above town, with a couple hiking trails, a playground, and a large lawn.  OK, I just looked it up, and it was at one time a religious retreat center, which makes sense, based on how relaxed we were just being up there for half an hour or 45 minutes.  There were some crazy trees, which had roots and branches that twisted every which way, and we were able to climb them precisely because of this--yep, I pretty much felt like a little kid all over again.

My caramel eclair.

After lying down on the lawn for a few minutes and letting the sun warm us up, we went down to a district of the town called Ouchy [sic].  That is no typo, and we all had fun with it, getting pictures in front of a bus stop sign.  We passed through there on our way to the Olympic Museum, which was pretty cool, with a lot of memorabilia, well-kept grounds, statues, and eight columns with the names of Olympic hosts, and committee presidents; but, after seeing that the entry price was 15 CHF, we said "heck no!" and left.  We didn't really have time anyway, and we took the 1 1/2 mile or so long trek back to the train station.  On the way, though, we got lunch, and I stopped by a cafe where I got a baguette of ham, cheese, lettuce, and mayo, with a Coke and caramel eclair, which was easily the best dessert I had had in months.  We caught the 2:17 train to Geneva, went to a park, took a mini nap in the park under the warm sun and in the cool breeze, and then headed over to the Basilica of Notre Dame for a half hour to check on the English Mass time and to take a look around.  After a quick prayer and taking in the awesome Gothic architecture, we continued on our way around Geneva, looking at different shops, saying the rosary as we went.  We walked by the bay, which looked to be very peaceful.  One thing that I really wanted to do was have hot chocolate in Switzerland, which, if their chocolate was any indicator, was gonna be good--and it was.  Easily the best hot chocolate on this side of the world--even better than Italy's.  It was VERY hot, and made with so much dark chocolate that it tasted like a melted chocolate bar.

Nave of Basilica of Notre Dame

From there, we met up with the rest of the group at the basilica for Mass, and as we got close we saw a crowd of protesters, who were clearly Arab, marching outside the wall surrounding the basilica, holding torches, flags, and posters, chanting some crazy slogans.  It was both humorous and a little frightening at the same time, and I'm not really sure if they were even chanting against the Catholic Church or whatever it might have been, but we went into the church and left without incident.  During the Mass, though, I experienced something that I hadn't the entire time I had been in Europe up to that point--a piano.  Every other church has had the organ and/or Gregorian chants, so I had to chuckle to myself when I heard it, especially since one of our fellow Bernardians is very traditional and doesn't think that pianos are licit instruments in the Mass (which, according to one papal document, is not).

Afterward, we took a train to the Geneva airport, where we waited around from 8:30 until our 6:30 am flight back home.  It was probably THE worst sleep I have ever had, having slept first in a neck and spine-wrenching position in a lounge chair, then on the hard tile floor.  Luckily, we were able to grab a pretty good spot, where we were able to make a 'wall' with the chairs, making sure that no one would steal our stuff.  It was a good system, although I was really hot sleeping by the vent, then really cold when I woke up 2 hours later and the heat was off.  At the time it was absolutely miserable, but looking back on it, all I can do is laugh, since it was the most ridiculous situation.  And that's all folks from Switzerland!

On to Switzerland! Days 1 & 2

Eleven of us embarked early on the morning of St. Patrick's Day from Bernardi for Fiumicino Airport, bound for Geneva, Switzerland.  Even though I was excited to finally be going to another country, I was more than a little tired, having gotten up at 5:20 am and taken a cab at 6.  We took an easyJet flight at 8:45 and landed by 9:50.  Luckily, I was able to buy at chocolate cornetto and Coke for breakfast (healthy, I know) in the airport before we left Rome.  Anyway, about half of us (the others would catch up later) left Geneva on a train for Montreux, via Lausanne at 11:30, and by the time we got there, it was cold and rainy.

Horse racing game in the casino.

Now, going to Switzerland was my big idea, and I hyped it up a lot, so needless to say it did not start off on the right foot, and I was worried people would have been more than a little peeved if that had been the weather the entire time.  Also, Switzerland, which, despite being on the Swiss Franc (exchange was $1 to CHF 1.085 ), was pretty dang expensive.  Restaurants were all pricey, selling even pizzas or pasta for over CHF 20.  Luckily, we were able to find a relatively nice place that sold pizzas, falafel, and other things for a semi-reasonable price, and I had, of all things, a Hawaiian pizza.  Afterward, we made our way to the local casino.  The guy we asked seemed confused when Nolan said "casino" with the 'i' emphasized.  Apparently, the 'o' is emphasized or the locals will just look oddly at you (by they way, they were all French speakers in Montreux).  Actually, pretty much everyone in Montreux was exceedingly nice, especially the hostel owners, a married couple who had lived in Montreux for awhile. We tried to wait out the rain by spending a couple hours in the casino, which was really clean and relatively small, but was a much better atmosphere than Mistake Lake.  One of the coolest things was that there was horse racing game, with mechanical horses and jockeys making one loop around the track.  It's about 12 feet long or so, and was made by Sega in 2001.  So, Nolan and I split our time between this and blackjack, while the girls either looked on at the horse racing game, or went to the second level for hot chocolate or coffee or something.

The sun sets on our first day in Montreux.

The rain subsided enough, and we left to look for our hostel, which was right on Lake Geneva, and wandered for awhile before finding it.  The couple who ran it were able to direct us to all the local sites of interest, and are huge Queen fans (always a big plus in my book), since Queen had a studio there for awhile.  After a long day of wandering around, we went to the White Horse for dinner, which wasn't bad at all. The restaurant proprietor/waiter visited with us and was extremely entertaining, and even realized that he was spending so much time talking with us that he wasn't going to get our order in if he didn't leave.  The only problem was that one crepe cost me CHF 8.50, and it wasn't exactly the most filling crepe I've had either.

Freddie Mercury statue in main square.

The next day was, after an early morning of overcast weather, really sunny and warm, a great contrast to the miserable weather we had the previous day.  Although, here I'll back up and take that back slightly, because right before the sun set, the sun peeked out behind the clouds and illuminated Montreux, Lake Geneva, and the mountains in a really beautiful way.  A side note about the breakfast (which aside from lunch and dinner is my favorite meal), is that it was really meager, consisting of Smacks, some other cereals, bread, meat, cheese, and juice.  The only thing is that there was a sign that said that sandwiches were CHF 3, and we weren't really willing to spend that.  It wasn't until the last day that we discovered that that meant carry-out sandwiches, so we missed out the first couple days. Oh well, c'est la vie.  I went out a little earlier than the others and made my pilgrimage to the Freddie Mercury Statue, which was about a 15 minute walk away.

Later that day, we went to Chateau de Chillon, which had a lot of neat history, and was a really cool castle, built in several stages.  The whole complex is pretty big, and once held Francois de Bonivard prisoner, who inspired Lord Byron's The Prisoner of Chillon.  It was impregnable, and was home to the Counts of Savoy for a time.  A funny note is that one of the times that it did change hands, the lords of the castle sneaked out a back escape door that opened onto the lake, took a boat, and got away before the enemy even got through the gate.  There were many large dining halls (one of which can still be rented for parties), bedroom chambers with worn away frescoes, an armory, prison, heavily fortified keep, three courtyards and even a chapel with a private entrance for the lord of the castle.  Here's a link to the pics from the castle: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.10150120629701956.294470.507151955&l=5f52643887

Late in the day; view from Glion.

I really enjoyed the history and architecture of the castle, so I spent a good three hours--at least--just wandering around, and getting lost in what it must have been like to see it back in its day, with the fires roaring and tables full of food, fresh from being cooked over the fire.  And even as I walked up the keep, seeing different swords, guns, halberds, pikes, and poleaxes, and looking down on the various defenses, I was able to envision a siege, looking to seal the impending doom of those inside...I know that was probably more thinking out loud than you cared to hear, but hey, I guess that's the history side of me.

Afterward, we took advantage of the great weather and went up the side of the mountain on a steep-sloped tram 600m up to Glion.  From their we were able to see beautiful views of the mountains in the distance, the sun high in the clear sky, the crisp, blue lake, and other surrounding views.  Up there we first stopped in a church, which was one of only two Catholic churches we found in Switzerland.  I'm sure that there a bunch more, but in this particular part we couldn't find many (that or they had been converted into Protestant churches).  Anyway, we hiked around for an hour or so, in search of a waterfall that we never found, but we wandered down a private path and eventually found the owners, who kindly showed us the way to a public path a little ways through their property and down the mountain.  We eventually sat down along the trail on a part that had a good view of the lake, mountains, and falling sun, as well as a natural sloping ledge, so we could just dangle our feet and relax.  The only unfortunate thing was that this happened to be during the time that I had about 3 or 4 canker sores, which occurred in one part or another in my mouth for about three to four straight weeks.  Other than that, however, it was really pleasant--warm, sunny, great company, and awesome scenery.  After about twenty minutes or so, we walked back to Glion, laid down on a grassy patch, and prayed a rosary as we watched the sun set behind the clouds (although we were hoping to see it set beyond the lake).  Afterward, we took the tram back down the mountainside, then hit the casino later on for a little blackjack, capping the night off with a little fun.

Assisi...Finally.--Sunday, March 13th

A view of Basilica di San Francesco

Alright…I can finally get to writing about Assisi.  After getting up at about 5:45 am and having scrambled eggs, ham, and grilled peanut butter, I was ready to head with about 15 or 16 fellow Bernardians, plus Fr. Carola, to Termini to catch the train to Assisi.  We met Fr. Carola there, who had purchased the tickets, and together we all got on the train and left at 7:45.  We got into Assisi just after 10 am, after stopping at probably seven or eight towns along the way.  The thing about Assisi is that there is a lower town (newer) and an upper town (Medieval).  We began in the lower town where the train station is, and we made our way to the basilica (I forget the name) that houses the original Franciscan church within it.  It really is pretty cool—Franciscans built a small chapel, which remains 100 % intact, residing where the nave meets the transept of the basilica.  We stopped in there for prayer time for 15 minutes or so, then moved on to the rose garden, where St. Francis is said, after being unable to rid his mind of impure thoughts, to have thrown himself, so as to be purified.   As legend holds, these rose plants now grow without thorns because of this event.  We also went to the small room (around which the basilica was built) in which St. Francis lived his life in poverty.  So, we took some pictures, Fr. Carola filled us in on some more history of the basilica, and then we got on a bus to head up the mountain to Medieval Assisi.

            There we went to the San Damiano complex (not really sure if it was an abbey, but it kind of seemed like it), where we walked around and Fr. Carola celebrated Mass.  Funny enough, since Italians take a rest every day for a few hours beginning around 12:30, so Fr. Carola said that he would try to hurry up because they would have literally locked the doors on us.  We got done in time and then went to lunch.  Unfortunately, it was raining, and we had nowhere to sit, so we sat under an archway to a side street, which is apparently where Fr. Carola and others had eaten when they had gone to Assisi.  Although it was still pouring pretty hard, about half of us went up the mountain, taking side streets and alleyways to reach the summit.  The architecture of this medieval town seems rather simple, but it is a great contrast to the marble used in Rome.  It definitely gives it a “small town” feel, because of the simplicity of the major building material of a brown/tan/yellow brick. 

The gang stay dry and eating under the archway in Assisi.

We took the long, steep, and slippery hike up the mountain, and when we got to the top we went inside the front courtyard of the castle, which would have been perfectly positioned for defense against any enemy, as there was nearly no side from which to attack it.  Since it was 5 euro to go inside, we all just walked around the courtyard, sat on the wall, took some pictures, and went back down.  One of the big surprises was that there was a concession stand, which was playing “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, by Queen, so I stood there (not buying anything of course), and I soaked it all in, much like the rain had already done.  After we took in the amazing views—rolling green hillsides visible through the mist, the lower and upper towns, and church tops—we headed back down to meet up with the rest of the group at St. Clare’s Basilica.  On the way down, though, we actually stopped at the church of San Rufino, which today is clearly not the original, or at least has been heavily renovated.  Either way, it contains the baptismal font in which St. Francis and St. Clare were baptized.  Another interesting bit about this church is that it contains a hall entirely devoted to John Paul II, with twelve or so different paintings of the late pontiff.  By the time we all left, the rain had subsided (part of the reason we went in was to dry off a bit) and we continued our hike of the mountain.  

View from the top of the mtn, looking at St. Francesco

In this basilica is the San Damiano cross, which was one in a series of influential depictions of Christ on the cross.  This was not only powerful because of the beauty of the work, but because we had all learned about it earlier in the semester in Dr. Lev’s art history class.  Her crypt is below the church, and it contains not only a very ornate tomb of marble, bronze, frescos, and such, but also relics from both her and St. Francis’ lives.  Afterward, when we were walking to San Francesco, the Coulters and I stopped off at a café, where I was introduced to the best thing since sliced bread—Italian hot chocolate.  It is actually more like chocolate pudding than a liquid, but it was so rich and chocolaty that I wanted another cup of it, but I guess once was enough, as it warmed me up on that cold, rainy day.

San Francesco is an absolutely gigantic building dedicated to St. Francis, who, ironically, stressed simplicity during his lifetime.  Perhaps compared to many other churches, basilicas, and cathedrals it was simple, but it is a very voluminous building, containing many beautiful frescos pertaining to St. Francis’ life (upper church) and to Christ, Mary, the apostles, etc. (lower church).  In fact, it was built within a decade of St. Francis’ death—the fastest ever up to that point.  We were unable to take any pictures (licitly), although I got a few, but the one thing that I did not like—other than the fact that his tomb below the lower church’s altar doesn’t open until mid-April—is that in a chapel behind the altar, and down 20 steps or so, some no-talent a** clown was commissioned to paint several fresco imitations that looked like they were done in the 70s.  Tim Iannacone would probably call these “happy-sappy” Catholic images, and they really were, as they were completely anachronous in comparison to a legitimate fresco from the 14^th or 15^th century.  One even depicted a guy in jeans, a woman playing with her baby, and these trippy orange, yellow, blue, and white horizon lines—none of which would have been included in any real fresco.  Quite frankly, they should have been whitewashed—from the wall and from everyone’s memory.  The redeeming factor about this room was that the chalice and paten that St. Francis used, along with his tunic and a piece of cloth with which to cover his stigmata, were all in there.

Italian hot chocolate--it's even better than it looks.

We had some time to roam around the town after looking around the church, and then we took the bus back down to the train station.  We left at about 6:30 pm for Rome and arrived at just after 8:30.  For dinner, most of us went to a steakhouse—yes a Roman steakhouse—the Roadhouse Grill, at Termini Station.  I got a chicken sandwich, fries, and Corona, although I kind of wanted a burger or steak—but those didn’t look too appetizing from the look of them on the menu.  Either way, it really seemed like an American restaurant, complete with license plates from each state including good ol’ Minnesota with tabs from the 80s.  It was funny, but exciting to see a little piece of home right there in Rome.

On another note, before I finish this exceedingly long post, if you ever come to Rome, you will always be entertained by street performers—whether it’s a random guy belting out Queen’s “Tie Your Mother Down” on his own Red Special, or some guy doing a crappy rendition of Michael Jackson’s moves in “Thriller” (though he was in the full get-up) in Piazza del Popolo, it can be pretty amusing walking through the piazzas.  I haven’t tipped any of ‘em, but it’s fun to mooch off this free entertainment.

A Side Note... (April 9th)

Before I talk about Assisi, I'm going to mention the apostolic outreach opportunity in which I've been participating this semester.  I wrote about this a while back, but the students at Bernardi have the opportunity each semester to do some form of charity work with either the Missionaries of Charity (started by Mother Theresa) or the Little Sisters of the Lamb.  I chose the latter, which is not so much an out and about community like the MCs, but they are a mendicant order, meaning that they beg for everything they get.  They attempt to give dignity to the poor by begging them for money.  Anyway, I've been over to their convent several times, which is about an hour away, past the Angelicum and the Colosseum.  The first time we cleaned the concrete walls on the outside of what is essentially a backyard patio, and then we replaced these "walls" of bamboo, which covered the structural walls, with new ones.  It's kind of hard to explain, but this is what the little Little Sisters like to cover the walls with, so that it essentially looks like a tiki party: http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/3e/e/AAAAAv5nUlYAAAAAAD7kwQ.jpg?v=1175881289000.   This was our main project, and afterward, after much dirt and dust in my eyes as a result of scrubbing the walls, we all went back and talked with the Sisters, who no little or no English (fortunately the Italian-speaking Coulter family would come with), and had hot tea with a lemon and frappe--not coffee, but a pastry--http://www.northcoastjournal.com/013108/food0131.html.  It all tasted great, and we took the Metro back to the Lepanto stop, about 5 minutes from Bernardi, since it was a coldish night, and it had rained for most of the day.
The next time I went, we all sanded and stained tables, and afterward had panettone (even better than Cosetta's), date cookies, and hot tea.  The third time (April 7) was an absolutely awesome day, since it was so sunny and warm that I was able to wear gym shorts and a T-shirt.  We mostly did yard work, although several people cleaned out rooms.  We trimmed tree branches, weeded, mowed the lawn (weeds, rather) and had to trim vines so that we could replace old bamboo decorative walls with new ones.  Matt Slattery and I were assigned to the , this was a real nuisance since the vines interwove themselves between a chain-link fence and the bamboo wall that was tied to the chain-link fence.  Unfortunately, not many of the vines survived due to either accidental cutting at the base or because we had to get the bamboo fencing out.
We didn't stay for food or tea, because we all had to rush home to prepare for Maddie Coulter's surprise birthday party, which was....a backyard cookout.  Yep, a good, old-fashioned American cookout (it was bring your own meat), and I brought Italian sausage and an onion to grill to put on the side (we even had a whole bottle of ketchup, courtesy of Mary Burns). But other people brought steak, kabobs, chicken, and burgers to grill on the charcoal grill that Dr. Coulter had pushed for a few years back.  I also learned that Bernardi once had a ping pong table, but it was apparently given away at least 7 years ago.  Even on this warm, sunny day in Roma, we were able to get a little slice of an American summer--just being able to eat outside and smell the grill cooking all the meat--it was just amazing. No other way to put it.

A Weekend in Bologna - March 4th & 5th

Hobo feeding his rat (on his left arm)

Early Friday morning, our class headed for Bologna for an art history "field trip" with Dr. Lev, as she wanted to take us around the city where she studied longer ago than she would tell us.  The bus ride took about 4 1/2 hours or so to get there, and the road took us up into the mountains, where there patches of small towns here and there, surrounded by terraced slopes for vines.  It seemed like it would be an ideal trip--walking around in a Medieval town, eat some great food, and visit an art museum and some churches.  All of that happened, but it was cold and damp for the vast majority of the time.  It wasn't really rainy or anything, but it had recently rained before we got there, and it made everything else colder.

Santa Mara della Vita

Terracotta statues in Santa Maria della Vita

Our bus driver drove like a 'damn animal' (to borrow a Billy Madison quote), and he got stuck in the middle of a roundabout that was kind of on the outskirts of the main part of the town.  So, that of course meant that we walked about a mile or so to our hotel--the Hotel Due Torri (or Two Towers Hotel, due to Bologna's two remaining great towers, one of which is on a slant).  After we dropped all our stuff off, we met Dr. Lev in Piazza Maggiore, Bologna's main square, whence we preceded to tour the city.  We visited a couple neat churches, had lunch, regrouped and headed for more churches.  A funny side note: we went to the food capital of Italy, and...we got McDonald's.  And they didn't have a Euro menu either. This stuff was expensive--over 10 Euro for a meal of just a burger, fries, and drink.  And apparently they don't know what free refills are either.  It had two levels, though, and had a host showing people to open tables, which I thought was kind of funny, considering that this would just be another crappy McDonald's in the US.  One of the more interesting encounters was in front of Santa Maria della Vita, when I saw a guy letting his pet rat drink from the same beer he was drinking.  That and the fact that he was kissing it like weirdos in the US kiss their dogs kinda weirded me out.  The church itself was beautiful, though, and there were terracotta statues making up the scene when Christ was taken down from the cross.  Nicodemus is on the far left, with four women (Mary on the far right, Mary Magdalene second from right, and two others), along with St. John in the middle, contemplating the scene.

From there we proceeded to the University of Bologna, where we were able to see the room where medical students would observe a doctor dissecting a dead body in order for them to learn about all the different parts, how everything worked, etc.  An interesting note, the operating doctor could not even touch the body until he had attended the funeral Mass, or at least one offered in the deceased's name.  Also, there was an overall supervisor sitting in a high chair, and a high window from which a Church official could observe to make sure that the body was not desecrated.  It was really interesting because the whole room was made up of ornately carved wood of gods, important orators, and bodies minus the skin, so that the muscles would show.  I think I saw a statue of me up there somewhere...

Outside view of two chapels of Sette Chiese

Afterward, we ventured on over to San Stefano, also known as Sette Chiese, or "Seven Churches", due to the fact that there are seven churches and chapels that are meant to look like the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem.  This way, pilgrims could "visit" Jerusalem without actually going all the way to Jerusalem.  They were truly neat buildings, and one of them (the octagon chapel) held the bones of St. Petronius, the patron saint and protector of Bologna, until they were moved to the Basilica of St. Petronius.  I should have mentioned this earlier, but since I don't have any photos of it (because they wouldn't let us take any, and with good reason which I shall explain), we visited the Basilica in which there is a painting of the last judgment, among other things, including Gothic architecture, a beautiful altar, and a perfectly calculated meridian line.  The last judgment scene depicted in the fresco in a permanently locked side chapel is visible, albeit through bars, but there is a certain someone--Muhammad--who is being tortured by demons, and is about to get his head ripped off.  Apparently, Muslims don't like this too much, and have plotted to blow up the basilica, but have failed in every attempt (this may be why pictures can't be taken inside).

Overall layout of Sette Chiese.  The highlighted one is the
oldest building in the complex, dating to around 450 AD

So, after the Sette Chiese, we had some free time, and some of us wandered around Bologna until dinnertime.  We ended up looking for a hat because it was cold, but Nolan was the only one who got one because most were either too feminine or expensive--just a side note, in Italy, pretty much all apparel except for suits is gender neutral or feminine.  Kinda....interesting....  Anyway, we got to taste the good food that Bologna had to offer at dinner.  We started off with gnocchi and spaghetti sauce, then lasagna, and then a mixture of Italian bacon (not sure exactly what it was), chicken, and vegetables.  What they lacked in portions, they more than made up for in taste.  Aside from the downside of tiny portions, the wine was OK, but a little fizzy, which was not what I was expecting considering the price of the meal (which I'm assuming was expensive). This was a pre-planned meal so we didn't pick out the food, but it was great nonetheless.  We hit the town afterward, but didn't stay out too late because we had to get up early the next morning.

Saturday, March 5

Madonna and Child

Last Eucharist of St. Jerome

We woke up early and had a fairly standard Italian breakfast, with some of the standard cornetti, cappuccino, and the whole bit, but it was nicer than our regular breakfasts at Bernardi because they actually had a) real orange juice (as opposed to the blood orange juice at Bernardi), and b) there was a lot more variety in the foods we actually got.  I'm a little hazy at this point on what exactly the food was, but I do know that I stocked up on what would be mini cinnamon buns in the US, but were mini chocolate buns, but in the same shape as the cinnamon buns.  Anyway, enough about warm tasty chocolate pastries--we all headed out for the Bologna art museum, which held the very best in Northern Italian Renaissance art.  From Perugino to Raphael, to Carracci, there was a lot to see, and it was mostly enjoyable, but it got really warm and stuffy in there, which was a little uncomfortable after awhile, but we didn't end up staying too long.  Afterward, we moved on the Basilica of St. Dominic, which contained one of the more beautiful chapels I've seen in Italy so far.  Back in the day, wealthy Italian families would build private chapels for themselves, but now they are open for the public.  We went to Mass in one of these chapels, but the one we all went to was the chapel of St. Dominic, in whose altar there is an ornate altar containing the bones of St. Dominic, visible from the back.  I stopped in for a prayer, and then we went on to the quickest Mass--clocked at 22 minutes.  I mean, the priest was cookin' it through the liturgy.  It was kind of humorous, and it was a little hard to pay attention when people kept streaming in up until the point of the Liturgy of the Eucharist.

Afterward, we dispersed for lunch, and John, Minh, and I wandered around, and we found an open air, fresh fruit, vegetables, fish, and meat market.  I didn't get anything because it was all too expensive and I didn't know enough Italian. I ended up getting just a bag some hard, dissatisfying olive-flavored (not olive oil, just green olive) breadsticks and a one liter of Coke (which is much better over here because they use real sugar).  After lunch, we gathered our stuff and headed to the bus--apparently the bus couldn't get near enough to our hotel, so we walked about a mile or so, hopped on, and headed home.  Unfortunately, there was a car accident in the mountains, and the Italian police really like to take their time, so we were there for well over an hour. But after that, we headed back to Bernardi after a tiring, but OK weekend in Bologna.  Next up...Assisi.  The weather would turn out to be worse, but the experience much better.

It's Been an Even Longer While

Inside of the duomo.

View of Il Duomo di Siena from the city hall tower 

So, since it's been over three weeks since my last post, I may have to breeze through some of my experiences here.  When I left off, everyone had left for Il Duomo di Siena, which was supposed to rival St. Peter's Basilica in size, but it was never completed.  The part that has been completed was only supposed to be the transept, and as it is, the cathedral is massive.  It is very beautiful, with a lot to see inside (which is probably why it costs a few euro to get in, although priests and religious get in for free).  The outside and inside walls are striped black and white, and there are many works of art inside, including the busts of many of the popes.  From there, we went to St. Catherine of Siena's house, in the chapel of which Fr. Carola celebrated Mass, which was absolutely awesome.  Unfortunately, we couldn't take any pictures in there, but it was very ornate on the inside, and the view of Siena from the "complex" (including her house, courtyard, chapel, etc) was great, especially as the sun was falling lower in the sky.

After leaving Siena, we hopped back on the bus and headed for the Abbey of Sant'Antimo, which is nestled in a valley below a small town, which had a church whose bells physically moved when they rang--a great contrast to most church bells today that .  It was getting dark by the time we got there, but we all sat down in front of the abbey to eat some dinner.  I didn't bring much to eat, but Fr. Carola shared half of his sandwich of scamorza cheese, sun dried tomatoes, and salami, so I didn't go without a good meal for long.  We finally went inside after freezing outside for awhile, but we said vespers in Latin with the brothers there, which was really neat because a) we were saying vespers with monks--in the Italian countryside; and b) we were praying in Latin, so I could actually follow along and actively participate, unlike the times when I attend Mass in Italian around here in Rome.

Abbey of Sant'Antimo

The whole day was a very exciting, yet relaxing experience, as we traveled around the Tuscan countryside on a relatively warm, but very sunny, day.  It was really like stepping back in time, as both Siena and Sant'Antimo seemed so removed from modern life, though it was nice to get back to Bernardi after a long day of adventures.

It's Been Awhile...

 As the title would suggest, it's been a wee bit since my last update, but hey, that's what happens when you're kept busy, right? So, I'll just do a brief rundown of last week, which had a couple interesting things to talk about.

The nave (looking at the back) of Sant'Agostino.

Last Wednesday, February 23, I stopped by Sant'Agostino for Dr. Lev's homework assignment, but I would have been very disappointed had I not stopped in to see it, even if it had not been for homework.  It is very ornate, with beautiful frescoes depicting scenes in the life of Mary, and represents the Renaissance construction in Rome at its finest--a building made to look literally monumental, as the Ancient Romans would have done.  Unfortunately, a restoration project has consumed half of the church, so I guess that I may have to stop by later in the semester to check it out.  What is really cool is that the remains of St. Monica, St. Augustine's mother, are in a coffin in the left side chapel--I mean, how often can you see such a famous saint within just feet of you?

Thursday, Nolan talked Me, Peter, and Minh into doing this P90-X workout, which, while strenuous, was great because I had been itching to do some sort of exercise other than walking--although it did contribute to me not getting out of bed until 1:15 pm or so the next day.  Afterward, the Moosbruggers, Tim, and I played Monopoli, the Italian version of Monopoly, and it was more than a little interesting, as we tried to translate the cards; funny enough we played with lire (which tells you a little about the age).  Also, their pieces also carved wooden figures of Italian items (chianti, mushroom, etc.).

On Saturday, we all went up to Siena on a three hour or so bus ride with Fr. Carola, three transitional deacons from the North American College, and several sisters from Apostles of the Interior Life.  To say that the day was amazing would be a severe understatement, and I think that most of us could have spent at least a weekend there.  There is not much to see there, but what you do experience is great--fresh air (fewer smokers), no sirens, and fantastic views if you can get high enough.  We went to the Basilica di San Domenico, which houses the incorruptible head of St. Catherine of Siena (unfortunately we were all told "no photo" within minutes of taking some pictures, so I was unable to get a picture of that).  This basilica, however, is the one that she would go to for Mass every day, and there are several paintings of her around the area in which she prayed every day.

Next, we moved to the Basilica of St. Francis, which houses the 223 consecrated hosts of the Eucharistic miracle in Siena.  Long story short, these hosts have been preserved for over two and a half centuries, and every scientific test done has confirmed that they are as fresh and new today as they were back then.  Here's the whole story if you're interested: http://www.therealpresence.org/eucharst/mir/siena.html.  After this truly life-changing experience, we went to Piazza del Campo for lunch, and just sitting on the warm cobblestones, under the warm sun--it was nearly heavenly.  Afterward, eight of us climbed to the top of the clock tower, connected to the town hall, and from here you can see over Siena, the Tuscan countryside, and the mountains in the distance.  It was easily worth the eight euro it took to go up, but once you're at the top, you can't help but be inspired, or at least in sheer awe of the beauty of God's lands.  It was almost comical how cramped the stairwell was.  There were maybe--MAYBE--two feet of width most of the way up, and the ceilings were so low at some points that you really had to duck just to get through.  Right before we went down, the bells chimed--luckily it was only two o'clock, or we would have been in trouble.  Anyway, we went down around then and met up with the rest of the group in front of il Duomo di Siena.  But, since Mass is in 30 minutes and I'm still in gym shorts, and this post has gone on long enough, I'll talk about the rest of the day in my next post.

Ciao da Roma