Day 2: Cornetti and Fraternity

Some would consider it a croissant with pastries on it.  Some might even find it in a local bakery.  And some might even call it a donut.

But, it is not.  To the Italians, it is Cornetti.  It is in a plural form since you do not just eat one (called Cornetto), but it is expected that you have two.

This was also the gist of the talk during the Mass.  It can always be a tireless, and sometimes lonely, walk if one travels alone.  But when journeying with another person, then the road becomes shorter and the walk lighter.

One third of the apostles of Jesus are brothers.  It is the brotherhood (and of course, sisterhood) in every endeavour that makes things better.  Man's life is a lonely path if not shared, Adam once thought.  

Not only did we do some walking today, but we also did some climbing.  It was not the seven hills of Rome, but the stairs leading to a view where we could see the entire seven hills.

The view from the Cupola at St. Peter's Basilica pales in comparison to the sight we saw once we were on top of the tallest floor in the North American College.  It was a clear, but windy afternoon.  But, there we saw the historical and cultural landmarks of Rome.  

There was no Cornetto, or Cornetti, in the end, though.  Just a plain sharing of sights and vistas, and experiences at that moment.

From a brother to a brother.  Just like during the time of Jesus.  Just being fraternal.

Day 1: A Decision to Blog

Should I keep a journal of my stay here in Rome or not?  Should I blog about the places I've been to and the people I've met?  Should I activate again my blog?

Probably so, considering that this is a blessed opportunity for me.  And somehow, this is my way of sharing.

I am writing this while facing the majestic cupola of St. Peter's Basilica.  This is the view from my window.

There are three curtain less windows in my room located at the third level of the building, which they also strangely call the First Floor. Of the 22 in attendance here, I am surely blessed to have this view the moment I close my eyes at night and open them in the morning.  Hello, Papa Francesco.  Buona notte, Papa Francesco.

And for sure, with those closings and openings go my intercessory prayers for my loved ones and friends.

After the 1 P.M Pranzo (Lunch), which lasted for an hour, I took a walk across the Tiber.  Our building is on a hill and 10,000 steps is very doable in a day.  This will be my conditioning for the Camino come April.

I was lucky with the first Church I visited.  Here it is:

It was built by the Florentine expatriates for their use in the 16th century.  Francesco Borromini, a leading figure in Roman Baroque architecturee, is buried here.

Nothing in life is accidental.  This was the first Church I visited and though I am not partial to Florentine bankers and merchants, Borromini's being here is two degrees of separation away from the two ministries I presently serve.

Borromini was previously named Castelli.  But he changed his name for his mother's sake and for St Charles Borromeo.  Hello, dear SCB Family in Cinnaminson, NJ.

And Borromini also designed the Magi Chapel of the Propaganda Fidei.  Hello, Pontifical Mission Societies of the United States.

It was also at this Church that I saw the relic of the right foot of St. Mary Magdalene.  

Interestingly, since they have a chapel for St. Francis of Assisi, a Christmas manger was set up.

Further on, I asked a cop where the nearest Church was and he pointed me to the next street.  I was wondering why another heavily armed cop was posted there.  It looked like a Church, but it is a bank.

Now, if that was John the Baptist, he could have pointed out He whom I was looking for--Jesus.  He is one of the reasons, albeit the surest reason, why I am blogging again.

Welcome to Rome!