It’s late tonight in Rome, and Casella and I are about to head to our beds. Early taxi ride in the morning to the airport for the flight home. I have so much to write about — I haven’t even told you about going to Dante’s grave — but it will have to wait until I am back home over the weekend. It was so moving to me that I haven’t been able to find the words for it.
I’m scarcely able to find the words to tell you what a spiritual gift it was to spend time in Norcia praying with the monks on the site of St. Benedict’s birth, but I simply cannot fall asleep without telling you some of the story.
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