tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66423589862612236172024-03-19T04:28:24.512-07:00Doug's famiglia MusingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-56861426513103959882011-02-24T07:43:00.000-08:002011-02-24T07:50:18.097-08:00Ode to Casa, Giglio, and Italy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-CWJYrDIjsu4P19mS8_NYFQ7pQaH_4ffhdGYAq_Aa4ULcHTZ_q11gXnvk1MsUTSTetr75V6bCCopIKJgyUD7YKnfo9VkOPsCE2qRLXRxFhfHfQD1sPG_b4jHQnqoHyGiNRpJkczDSbZy3/s1600/PICT0050.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-CWJYrDIjsu4P19mS8_NYFQ7pQaH_4ffhdGYAq_Aa4ULcHTZ_q11gXnvk1MsUTSTetr75V6bCCopIKJgyUD7YKnfo9VkOPsCE2qRLXRxFhfHfQD1sPG_b4jHQnqoHyGiNRpJkczDSbZy3/s320/PICT0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577283932790970962" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Oh Giglio- quirky little commune di Veroli...</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">For 3 months now I have lived as a modern day king in this bella casa, commune, and Nation...</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">While there is much that I return to... and a few things that I will delight in leaving, it is with a deep sigh of regret that I prepare to depart. For when I return to my life in the fair city of subdued excitement, I will miss:</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Morning walks with the dogs running and sun rising</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Proscuitto and melon </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Church bells ringing</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Fresh buffalo Mozzarella and Caprese Salad</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The Ubiquitous and stunning Renaissance Art</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Friendly shop keepers at the International fruit market</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The language of Dante that while largely unintelligible to me, it still sounds a bit like singing</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Fresh Pecorino cheese</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Enthusiastic amici greeting each other at church, bars, gyms, and all over town</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">A life that is slower</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Afternoon Siestas</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Homemade Pasta</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Our little protestant church</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Long Meals with up to 8 courses and way too much food</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Vineyards, Orchards, Villas, and ancient Roman Cities atop the green, rolling hills </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The stainless container on the counter filled with home-grown, home-pressed olive oil</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Sheep in the yard every few weeks</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Warm sun and soft winds</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The 3 dogs</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Homemade wine</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The deep layers of history</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The visible millenia of church history and life to learn from</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Antipasto </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Strong family communities</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Stunning Churches</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">square pizza by the slice</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Cities with Canals</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Little fishing villages on the coast</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">An affordable and effective public transportation system</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Our little gym with the ever present personal trainer</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Real Italian food</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">So as I pack the backpacks, I raise a glass of homemade vino and say..</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">"Salute to our Casa amidst the olive trees</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">To our little village</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">and to this rich country that has been so hospitable to us all"</span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Ciao</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-66745469109540801822011-02-08T00:36:00.000-08:002011-02-08T00:43:39.434-08:00Assisi- the city of St. Francis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_UKZgbUFqhFO2F__cnTa0gHSutnQoWk6rj4REk48hHmsZFmONm156hHR_jqDbOGUiUvo7EJ_GgKWkdzxplrtefot9VrBpmfENI_uMko3x6yYDKh3Z0XtGjX5tQnnfMU9KbuHXH2mB-1Q/s1600/PICT0042.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_UKZgbUFqhFO2F__cnTa0gHSutnQoWk6rj4REk48hHmsZFmONm156hHR_jqDbOGUiUvo7EJ_GgKWkdzxplrtefot9VrBpmfENI_uMko3x6yYDKh3Z0XtGjX5tQnnfMU9KbuHXH2mB-1Q/s320/PICT0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571235588543099858" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_UKZgbUFqhFO2F__cnTa0gHSutnQoWk6rj4REk48hHmsZFmONm156hHR_jqDbOGUiUvo7EJ_GgKWkdzxplrtefot9VrBpmfENI_uMko3x6yYDKh3Z0XtGjX5tQnnfMU9KbuHXH2mB-1Q/s1600/PICT0042.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 12px; ">We just took at 4 day trip into the hill towns to Umbria. This trip was a bit different because instead of the train, we were able to drive (a whole adventure in itself). We stayed on a huge cottage by itself in the midst of a vineyard- truly stunning. We were able to visit a very little town the first day, Civita, and then Assisi the next day, ending the final day on Orvieto. All were memorable and beautiful places, but Assisi had a special connection due to the man who grew up there, Saint Francis.</span></a><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">I have always loved the quote by Woody Allen from Hannah and her sisters, “If Jesus Christ were to return today and see everything being done in His name, He would never stop throwing up...” I am sure the same would be true of Saint Francis, in fact it was partly true even near the end of his life. This man was incredible- he changed a church, and the world, he hun</span>g out with the poor, he lived simply, he cared for creation, he loved Jesus and all people around him. Sadly, the city where he began his spiritual revolution is awash with tourism and tacky religious junk. Yet when you look past the human capacity to make a profit on anything- there is still something of the humble, simple man who stood the world on it’s ear.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Very quickly after Francis died, huge churches popped up to house the order and the pilgrims coming to visit. The church of St. Mary and the angels is built around the small humble church that Francis rebuilt (and the outer church is not humble at all as it is the 10th largest church in the world). The Basilica of St. Francis is full of some of the most ground breaking and stunning art, the final being 28 panels by Giotto of the saint’s life. But much has not changed. We saw the baptismal that Francis and Clare were baptized in, with the Christian eating lion in the front. We saw the humble St. Stephano where the bells miraculously rung the night Francis died. We even saw the blood drains from the Roman temple still underneath the church of Minerva.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Yet Francis’s blessing lives on in this beautiful city. The things he stood for, Jesus, peace, ecumenism, the created order, simplicity, they still shimmer around here and 8 centuries later, they are still needed... The story of his ministry begins when a young and confused Francis was praying to a crucifi</span>x (it is still there at St. Clare’s church in Assisi) and Jesus told him- Rebuild my church. 8 centuries later and he is still having an impact. Let us pray and hope for all who continue that work.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Here is a great message from Francis to chew on...</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><b>The Canticle Of The Sun</b></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>O most high, almighty, good Lord God, to Thee belong praise, glory, honor, and all blessing!</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord God with all His creatures, and specially our brother the sun, who brings us the day and who brings us the light; fair is he and shines with a very great splendor: O Lord he signifies to us Thee!</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for our sister the moon, and for the stars, the which He has set clear and lovely in heaven.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for our brother the wind and for air and cloud, calms and all weather by the which Thou upholdest life in all creatures.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for our sister water, who is very serviceable unto us and humble and precious and clean.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for our brother fire, through whom Thou givest us light in the darkness; and he is bright and pleasant and very mighty and strong.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for our mother the earth, the which doth sustain us and keep us, and bringeth forth divers fruits and flowers of many colors, and grass.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for all those who pardon one another for His love’s sake, and who endure weakness and tribulation; blessed are they who peaceably shall endure, for Thou, O most Highest, shalt give them a crown.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praised be my Lord for our sister, the death of the body, from which no man escapeth. Woe to him who dieth in mortal sin! Blessed are they who are found walking by the most holy will, for the second death shall have no power to do them harm.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><i>Praise ye and bless the Lord, and give thanks unto Him and serve Him with great humility.</i></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Amen Brother Francis- Amen...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMI0vyuKrX3DQxwJL4cn5sFb21hQcim2AYWC9EZcNy3cBtnbSzw5cveyCD6JHBqJxMgh6TjkwiSUKI8SxD_ttSD8JQvgIqnVVepnCMmu9Osl-SvOcOm3zAMIOwhH7x3c9ptWRlF8dROGW/s320/PICT0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571236121231090434" /></span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-1753195485369295672011-01-30T05:40:00.000-08:002011-01-30T05:43:37.323-08:00A Tale of 2 Churches<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">A tale of 2 churches</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">We just returned from a week long trip through Italy’s Veneto (Verona, Padua, and Venice) It was colder up North, but sunny most days and truly magnificent. Venice was unlike anything I have ever seen. It was a great experience, albeit a bit like a giant mall. Truly for me to enjoy something I can describe as a giant mall is saying something.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Verona was a wonderful picture of an old Roman city. There were many tourist sites, but the city was still operating as a normal city, it was not solely about tourism, like Venice. The vibe was peaceful and the sites were stunning. The big draw for Verona is the Shakespeare angle- which is really fascinating considering that the Bard never made it to Verona. He only had a picture in his imagination of what it might be like, and that picture seems like it was a conglomeration of Verona and what he thought Venice might be like.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">As much as I enjoyed a city about Romeo and Juliet, a place that left a deeper impression on me was the fair city of Padua. Padua was part of our day traveling from Verona to Venice so we spent only a half day in the city of Padua and in that time we visited 2 memorable churches. The churches were vastly different in so many ways, but both about the same thing, proclaiming the good news of Jesus.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The first church required it a reservation and only 25 people were allowed to visit at a time, for only 15 short minutes, to keep any damage to the 700 year old art to a minimum. The church is an attempt to proclaim the good news in visual beauty and truth. The artist behind this magnificent attempt was the grandfather of the renaissance, Giotto. If you have never seen it, here are some of the frescoes Giotto painted.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #000099"><span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"><a href="http://www.cappelladegliscrovegni.it/eng/galleria_e.htm">http://www.cappelladegliscrovegni.it/eng/galleria_e.htm</a></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The chapel was created by a son who’s father had been branded a sinner by the church for charging too much interest (Usury). Not just the church though, this man is even mentioned as an inhabitant of one of Dante’s circles of Hell. The son, in an attempt to atone for his father’s sins, attempts to proclaim the good news in the most beautiful way possible. This was finished in 1305 and since then has been proclaiming the truth in stunning fashion.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The top row begins about Mary’s Birth and ends with her betrothal to Joseph. The front wall then celebrates the angel’s announcement that Mary would have a child. The 2nd and 3rd row is then all about Jesus, from birth to death on the cross, resurrection, then Pentecost. The back wall is the most damaged and features the final judgement, with Hell looking a lot like Dante’s fearsome perspective (turns out Dante and Giotto were friends). The bottom wall then lists out virtues and vices.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">The other church in Padua that we visited is the Basilica of Saint Anthony. This church was begun 7 years after the Saint died in 1238 and finished around 1310. While Anthony is famous now for many things, his claim to fame at that time was his ability to speak the good news. He was a powerful preacher and he had a passion for those who were lost. To this day he is the patron saint of lost things, as well many other things. The famous relic in the church is the tongue, vocal chords, and jaw bone of the Saint. The story is that when his remains were dug up to move into the church, while the body had decayed, the tongue was still there good as gold. The church really is something to see, </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #000099"><span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"><a href="http://www.basilicadelsanto.org/ing/visita/storia.asp">http://www.basilicadelsanto.org/ing/visita/storia.asp</a></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">Over 700 years later, both of these legacies, one to a saint, and one to a known sinner, are still proclaiming the Truth they both rest upon. The art in each church is incredible, but I don’t think that is secret behind the staying power. These buildings both speak to the good news, one spoken, and one seen. 700 years from now, if humans are still around, I wonder what there will be from our culture that speaks to the Truth.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-41334612300708461572011-01-19T01:52:00.000-08:002011-01-19T02:06:40.740-08:00God as the father of IsraelWe had a week without the internet here- it is certainly interesting how much we rely on that tool these days. It has been sunny and pretty here these days...<div><br /></div><div>One of the key ideas of adoption that Paul plays with is the idea that Israel itself is an adopted son of God. This comes out in Paul’s marvelous section in Romans 9-11, for our purposes 9:4-5, <span style="font-style:italic;">They are Israelites, and to them belong the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises; 5 to them belong the patriarchs, and from them, according to the flesh, comes the Messiah, who is over all, God blessed forever. Amen.</span> This seems to be a new idea on the theological frontier and we are left to wonder where Paul might have gathered or received it.<br /><br />It doesn’t seem to come from the Jewish Bible, but what we do find there is a stream of God being the father of Israel, not adopted, but father none the less. These are some very intimate and powerful verses. <br /><br />One of the most famous sections comes from Hosea. Here we here God speaking about his son Israel right at the beginning 1:1, <i>When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son.</i> There is some discussion as to what it means that God calls Israel out of Egypt. While calling is not adoption, it does seem to speak of a relationship that is beginning. It gets more intimate as God expands on this idea in verses 3 and 4:<br /><br /><i>3 Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk,<br />I took them up in my arms;<br />but they did not know that I healed them.<br />4 I led them with cords of human kindness,<br />with bands of love.<br />I was to them like those<br />who lift infants to their cheeks.<br />I bent down to them and fed them. </i><br />This powerful text showcases God’s tenderness to his people, as well as the role of a father in Jewish culture. We see a father that loves, calls, heals, feeds, and hugs.<br /><br />We then find a few other texts scattered around the Torah. First we hear God’s instructions to Moses in Exodus 4:22, Then you shall say to Pharaoh,<i> ‘Thus says the Lord: Israel is my firstborn son.</i> A clear picture and label of Israel as the first born son. An interesting aspect of being firstborn is that it seems to point to other children coming. Clearly though, this is not an adoption image as Israel is seen as born.<br /><br />Later in Deuteronomy there is another clear image when God says in 32:18 that,<i> You were unmindful of the Rock that bore you; you forgot the God who gave you birth.</i><br />Here we have more emphasis of birth and not adoption, but a clear sense of God as parent and israel as child. The clear morale here, and in Hosea, is that Israel is a child that has forgotten their role as child. They were to respect and obey their parent, and they had forgotten their role. God is the loving father, and the child is no longer showing proper respect. It causes one to wonder if Jesus got part of his prodigal son parable from images like these.<br /><br />There are other texts about God as a parent are scattered around the Bible, but they are less direct. Some are just not as strong and some are comparisons in the form of similes; God is like the parent who carries a child (Deut 1:31) and a woman who feeds a child (Is 49).<br /><br />While not a strong or deep stream in the Jewish Bible, there are certainly texts that describe God’s relationship with Israel as a parent, and specifically a father. It is this tradition that Jesus expands upon in his depiction of God as a loving and caring father. Jesus takes the image even further as he refers to God in prayer as father and encourages his disciples to do the same (Lord’s Prayer). What we don’t find though, is any image of Israel as an adopted son. Wherever Paul drew that image, it was not from the Jewish Bible. Next time we will delve into Paul's 4 uses of the greek word for adoption.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-67605629689753962142011-01-08T04:26:00.000-08:002011-01-08T04:32:20.292-08:00Adoption in the Jewish Bible<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8udAaKLZP2F2CX06eQQJJ9zsBPd2B1DvmZWk0ys6Vc7EYKTVCF_I6gvpKzYABsjbhFngB64f5A97XpOoENrSDfBiCIuyM_OhEHEAzACcLEod075PHXgQtcjx4OOUzZ0ZGLfNNDRgxcDj/s1600/PICT0080.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8udAaKLZP2F2CX06eQQJJ9zsBPd2B1DvmZWk0ys6Vc7EYKTVCF_I6gvpKzYABsjbhFngB64f5A97XpOoENrSDfBiCIuyM_OhEHEAzACcLEod075PHXgQtcjx4OOUzZ0ZGLfNNDRgxcDj/s200/PICT0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559791777868604370" /></a><br />Adoption in the Jewish Bible<br />We had a wonderful past 4 days in the beach city of Sorrento. We sampled lots of Lemon stuff, took a white-knuckle bus ride to Amalfi, traversed through Naples, visited Pompeii, and saw more 2000 year old paintings and mosaics then I ever knew existed. It was a great family trip and a memorable week. It was capped by watching Stanford take apart Virginia Tech, a big win for a very impressive team, Go Cardinal!<br /><br />The theme for this sabbatical has been family and lately I have been trying to get a better handle on what Paul meant when he speaks about Adoption. Paul has some very intriguing ideas of what we receive through a relationship with Jesus, a unique, prevailing image is adoption. Last week we looked into Greco-Roman practices as those were a big part of the culture Paul lived in. This time though, we will delve into the Jewish Scriptures which were equally, if not more important in Paul’s worldview. <br /><br />To begin, Adoption is not a major image in the Jewish Bible. We will see a few instances of it. Even though they are from some of the major stories of the Bible, they are few and far between. Paul however, knew his scriptures well and there is no question that he was familiar with each of these major adoption images. The first images of adoptions are merely implied. Abraham and Sarah have left their home in Ur to go to the promised land as God called them to. The promise is descendents, land, and a special relationship with the living God. The challenge though, they were old and had no children. Sarai comes up with an interesting idea in Gen 16:2<br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">and Sarai said to Abram, “You see that the Lord has prevented me from bearing children; go in to my slave-girl; it may be that I shall obtain children by her.” And Abram listened to the voice of Sarai.</span> <br />this whole story does not go well for Sarai, or for the the slave-girl. ( the child born to Hagar is called Ishmael and there is a whole story that goes along with it- see Gen 16 for those interested)<br /><br />The next instance is much clearer. At the end of Genesis the Jacob/Israel has travelled to Egypt to live with Joseph. Jacob makes this statement to Joseph in Gen 48:5-6:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Therefore your two sons, who were born to you in the land of Egypt before I came to you in Egypt, are now mine; Ephraim and Manasseh shall be mine, just as Reuben and Simeon are. As for the offspring born to you after them, they shall be yours. They shall be recorded under the names of their brothers with regard to their inheritance. </span><br />These 2 tribes continue to be named as children of Jacob/Israel from that moment on. This is a clear example of adoption.<br /><br />The next clear adoption statement comes in Egypt as well, albeit 400 years later. In the beginning of the Exodus, we see Moses as a baby being floated on the water to avoid being killed. It is the daughter of Pharoah who finds him and takes him as her son, <span style="font-style:italic;">“ When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter, and she took him as her son. She named him Moses,a “because,” she said, “I drew him outb of the water.” </span><br />A significant part of the Moses story is this adoption as he is a son of Abraham raised as a son of Pharoah.<br /><br />The only other clear instance of adoption in the Jewish Bible is Esther 2:7, 15<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Mordecaib had brought up Hadassah, that is Esther, his cousin, for she had neither father nor mother; the girl was fair and beautiful, and when her father and her mother died, Mordecai adopted her as his own daughter. <br />and<br />...Esther daughter of Abihail the uncle of Mordecai, who had adopted her as his own daughter, ...</span><br />Both of these scriptures clearly show Mordecai’s care of his niece Esther who was an orphan by adopting her.<br /><br />There are other possible instances of adoption in other Bible stories, but they are only possible and not probable or implicit. They include all stories where a man is given a daughter in marriage, that was one of the blessing/duties of an adopted son. As well stories like Ruth where the child of Ruth is considered a child of Naomi.<br /><br />The last scripture we will tackle at this juncture could possibly be the most important one. It takes place when David decides he wants to build a house for God (a temple.) God puts the big kebash on that idea, but in the process offers an incredible promise to David, one that figures in big in the Messianic hopes. Here is part of it, from 2 Sam 7:11b-16:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">and I will give you rest from all your enemies. Moreover the Lord declares to you that the Lord will make you a house. When your days are fulfilled and you lie down with your ancestors, I will raise up your offspring after you, who shall come forth from your body, and I will establish his kingdom. He shall build a house for my name, and I will establish the throne of his kingdom forever. I will be a father to him, and he shall be a son to me. When he commits iniquity, I will punish him with a rod such as mortals use, with blows inflicted by human beings. But I will not takeb my steadfast love from him, as I took it from Saul, whom I put away from before you. Your house and your kingdom shall be made sure forever before me;c your throne shall be established forever.</span><br />Here we see an offspring of David being considered a son of God. God affims that the son will be a biological descendent of David (who shall come forth from your body) but also just a clearly affirms his own fathership and the child’s sonship. Some scholars see in this a whole adoption formula that Paul might have been drawing from, others don’t see anything of the kind. <br /><br />A key idea here, though, is the powerful image of God being the father of Israel. Certainly the image of God as father is very strong in the New Testament. It is a very powerful theme as well in the Jewish Bible, that will be the topic for next week.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-9853476040076119012010-12-31T01:57:00.000-08:002010-12-31T02:02:06.852-08:00Adoption in the Greco-Roman Culture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJggbDx4pQsa0NzL0KEWtc456xA9K5qHXn-uVhgLwuP9Fb9I_3WA69x1zqnExGPd0SLtYE66UVjOQHcMUaXovsvPYOyHZr5SbvKe7rekmL8CmmKONCpXd-KPjy_fJR4ZcjEfyk6Jacjfau/s1600/PICT0014.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJggbDx4pQsa0NzL0KEWtc456xA9K5qHXn-uVhgLwuP9Fb9I_3WA69x1zqnExGPd0SLtYE66UVjOQHcMUaXovsvPYOyHZr5SbvKe7rekmL8CmmKONCpXd-KPjy_fJR4ZcjEfyk6Jacjfau/s200/PICT0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556784446523388754" /></a><br />Family is the metaphor that I am playing with this season, and adoption seems to be Paul’s way that all of us enter into God’s Family. Adoption is a spiritual metaphor that is quite unique to Paul in the Bible. It is only mentioned a handful of times, but it has a a huge part to play in Paul’s understanding of who we are in Jesus, and what we receive through relationship with him.<br /><br />To begin with I am going to affirm that family is the most dominant metaphor for Paul in his letters. We will explore this at a different time, but for the time being, hear the words of Robert Banks, “The comparison of the Christian community with a family must be regarded as the most significant metaphorical usage of all... More than any other image utilized by Paul it reveals the essence of is thinking about community.”<br /><br />The challenge of understanding Paul in this metaphor is that he is a mish-mash of a variety of cultures. He was Jewish, a Hebrew of Hebrews, he was Hellenist (he was Greek in his culture), and he was a Roman Citizen. Adoption had a different meaning in each culture, so we will explore what it looked like in each culture and then seek to make a few educated guesses about which one he might have been leaning towards. <br /><br />What we know right off though, is that his understanding of adoption will be different than our own understanding of it. This is a common danger when we read the bible, we read our own experience with different words and metaphors. We are surprised later to learn that Paul meant something very different when he used that metaphor. This is certainly true with adoption.<br /><br />Today I am going to explore adoption in the Greco-Roman tradition. That has been so fun to do in Italy because these days I get to live in the heart of Roman culture. I wake up and see the sun rise over an old Roman town, and the little village I am living in is a “suburb” of a classic old Roman town, Veroli. Yesterday we spent the day in the epicenter of Roman culture, Roma itself. One can’t help but breathe in Roman culture here, it is all around (It is all around us in America as well, but more disguised). The Greek culture is present, but you have to travel to find it (we will be visiting a Greek city next week).<br /><br />Greek understanding of anything is a challenge because Greece was a whole host of different little city-states (imagine describing an American understanding of sales tax). As well it spanned a long period of time and most of the info we have around adoption is from 400 years before Paul wrote. Here is a broad picture though. Adoption tended to be used in the case of older men without sons who would adopt younger men to care for them in in their later years and to give them a proper burial. It was most often used within families to keep estates within the family. One method of adoption even happened after death. <br /><br />Adoption came with a series of responsibilities that often included marrying a daughter of the adopted parent. It was not an absolute legal action in that the adopted son could keep relationship with his birth family. It came with the reward of name and inheritance, but it is clear in Greek culture that adopted sons were not offered the same rights as birth sons.<br /><br />This changes in Roman culture. There is a much clearer understanding of adoption in Roman culture, with the expected changes over a the long period of Roman dominance. Adoption was a oft-used and treasured practice in Rome as a safeguard against the demise of a family. The father(paterfamilias) in a family was the spiritual center of a family. family was the main spiritual building block in the Roman Pantheon of thousands of God. We saw this demonstrated as we toured the Roman Forum. right near where Julius Ceasar was burned is the temple of Vesta and the home of the Vestal Virgins (Celibate Women who were appointed for 30 years to tend the flame to the God of Vesta). The temple was shaped like a big Roman house to celebrate this truth. <br /><br />A family without a male offspring would essentially end, along with the name and the spiritual cult of that family. In adoption a Pater Familias (Father, Head of Household) would take a young man, often related in some way, who was not the only son of another family, as a son, caretaker, and successor. It was an absolute transaction as the son was considered a true son of the adopted father from then on, with all the same rights and privileges of a biological son. He was no longer considered a part of his birth family. He was responsible for the care and burial of the father, as well as the role as paterfamilias of the new family. the benefits were the status of the new family and the inheritance he received on the death of the father.<br /><br />It seems like this Roman picture of adoption seems to be the one that Paul is working with. It would have been a common occurrence in Paul’s culture and community, as well as the culture and community of people he wrote to. We notice here that he only uses adoption imagery in his letters to mostly Roman churches (Romans, Galatians, Ephesians). It was much in the news at the time Paul was writing as adoption was practiced by the line of Caesars during that time. From 27BC-68AD the line of Caesars proceeded only by virtue of adoption (Julius Caesar adopted Octavian who adopted Tiberius, who adopted Caligula. His uncle Claudius then adopted Nero.<br /><br />We get to see in Nero’s Adoption how absolute the Roman understanding of Adoption was. Nero went on to Marry Octavia, the daughter of Claudius. The laws had to be bent to allow him to do this as it was a brother marrying a sister, even though not by blood.<br /><br />As we delve into Paul’s use of the adoption metaphor, we will get to explore how much this understanding of Adoptions plays into his understanding.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-81513716687141103992010-12-20T08:55:00.000-08:002010-12-20T08:57:31.508-08:00Christmas Reflection- Joseph the adoptive fatherGreetings from Italy. We had a wonderful journey to Rome last week. Getting back was a bit exciting as a big snow storm hit the country. and with all the trains and busses out, we ended up spending an extra night there. Back here the snow is still around, the weather is cold, and our hot water and heat are gone- we are having an authentic Italian journey.<br /><br />One of the primary metaphors I am exploring during this time is that of adoption. Because of the season and the timing of this sabbatical- I want to begin a discussion about adoption talking about Joseph. Not the son of Jacob, but the one who gets oft overlooked in the story and the artwork of Jesus. <br /><br />The Christmas story is most often about Jesus and Mary, with a few shepherds and wise men thrown in... Very rarely, if ever, does the spotlight shine on Joseph. This week we walked through the most extensive religous art collection in the world at the Vatican Museum. There were numerous scenes of Mary and the baby. Sometimes Joseph was there, but often in the background, or the shadows, never in front. <br /><br />I have decided that Joseph is really like an offensive lineman- only noticed when they make a mistake. Even though games are won and lost on the line, the glory always goes to the backs. Joseph is a lineman. He labors away under the radar, always working hard, always doing the right thing, and at the end of the play it is Mary and Jesus standing in the endzone doing the touchdown dance. <br /><br />Lets look at the quiet yet powerful role that Joseph plays. We are introduced to Joseph in Matthew 1:16 as the son of Jacob and the husband of Mary. We hear in vs. 17 that he is engaged to Mary, and we find out that she is now pregnant. We are told that the child is of the Holy Spirit, but Joseph doesn’t know that, yet. He has been humiliated, his beloved fiance in scandal, and look what he does... Her husband Joseph, being a righteous man and unwilling to expose her to public disgrace, planned to dismiss her quietly. <br />He does not take the right he would have to see her discraced... he goes the high road- you got to like this man.<br /><br />But right after he has decided to do the right and merciful thing, an angel appears to Joseph in a dream. That is right a dream. This will happen 4 more times that Joseph is visited in a dream, and each time he obeys. That angel directs him to marry Mary and name the child Jesus (He saves) for he will save his people from their sins. So Joseph does what the angel commands...<br /><br />Luke tells us that a group of Shepherds receive a visit from more angels, and they come to see Jesus. When they arrive they find Jesus in a manger, just as the angels said, and they also see Mary and Joseph. While tradition and art may overlook this good man, the gospel writers don’t.<br /><br />He then takes care of Mary when she has to give birth in a stable- not the place that any expectant mother imagines having her baby. He makes the best of the situation and they end up using a feed trough as a cradle. Then, after the Magi visit, Joseph is visited again, and he protects his bride, his adopted son and leaves all he knows to go and make a life in Egypt. Joseph does what a good father does.<br /><br />The in Mt. 2:19 Joseph is visited again in a dream (you got to think he was a bit scared to go to sleep for awhile) and this angel says it is time to return- So he does. The angel comes the 4th time directing him to the area of Galilee. Get this, for the 4th time, Joseph does exactly what the angel directs him, with no thought of his own career or needs. Joseph does what good fathers do, he sacrifices. We don’t notice Joseph, because like a good left tackle, he is doing his job keeping his child safe.<br /><br />Notice though, while Joseph is clearly not the biological father of Jesus, he is his father. When Jesus begins his ministry, Luke introduces him as such,” Jesus was about thirty years old when he began his work. He was the son (as was thought) of Joseph son of Heli, (Luke 3.25 ) Jesus is from the line of David- that is from Joseph. He is of the tree of Jesse, that is Joseph. The reason Jesus is born in Bethlehem, the city of David, is that Joseph had to go to his own town. Jesus is not from the seed of Joseph, but Joseph treats him as his own son, the neighbors treat his as his son, and the authorities would treat him as a son. Joseph is the picture of a loving adoptive parent. <br /><br />While we don’t see lots about adoption in the Gospels (we will see much more of it in Paul), we do see adoption in action through Joseph. So this season, as you celebrate with your family, raise a glass of nog to Joseph, and may we all seek to live out a life of humble, quiet obedience and sacrifice that he models.<br /><br />Ciao and Buon Natale to all and to all a good night...<br /><br />DougUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-52162234597324659552010-12-12T00:59:00.000-08:002010-12-12T01:19:31.987-08:00Famiglia is everythingOne of the things that Leo said as we ate our lunch (Il Pranzo) was that "Family is everything." Much of the discussion reflected that very truth. We spoke about family being there when it was needed, we talked about his new granddaughter, his kids, his parents. There were numerous examples of his cousins being there when there was a need. Family sticks together, they are there for you when others might not be, they wont let you down.<div><br /></div><div>What is true about Italian families is even more true about God's family. That is the idea that I am hoping to explore this season on this blog. That is the idea behind the name family musings. Not necessarily a musing about my nuclear family here in Italy (but I expect there will be some of that), but about my family of the beloved of God.</div><div><br /></div><div>The great truth that I hope to delve into is this powerful image in the Bible that we are adopted into God's family by the Holy Spirit where we have God as our father and Jesus as our brother. This "familyship" comes with incredible blessings. We not only immediately receive the benefits of a father and an elder brother, we get siblings, a name, a heritage, an inheritance, a mission, and the list goes on. This is a truth that seems to not be realized in many of our churches and lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>Family sticks together. Family will always be there for you when others might let you down. While this is sometimes true of our human families, it is true of God's family always, at least when it comes to the father and the elder brother. It is supposed to be true of the siblings. Wouldn't you want to be part of church that believed this, and lived it out.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the ways that we represent this truth is through the old saying "Blood is thicker than water." In my more literal, pre-metaphorical childhood I used to think this a no-brainer, but a little gross. In the Christian world we might even say that the blood of Jesus is thicker than all. </div><div>For this season, I will begin to delve into this great truth that in the end- "Family is everything." Until next time,</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao brothers and sisters...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-71180414081256218992010-12-08T22:15:00.000-08:002010-12-08T22:33:13.946-08:00Early Mornings in Italy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbT8GZmG2d56pZCi3VVZacuk1Rhd6uQVbr75Bbk8_EeVl7LXd_FDs8doQurpbELL3OPZ7bu0kEGWrlQNWltR6s_RxOcbzCxB2H6VHvM4bztcxTLZ3rgU6bqyQjHAwbm071wrAbEm7aeAB/s1600/PICT0016.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbT8GZmG2d56pZCi3VVZacuk1Rhd6uQVbr75Bbk8_EeVl7LXd_FDs8doQurpbELL3OPZ7bu0kEGWrlQNWltR6s_RxOcbzCxB2H6VHvM4bztcxTLZ3rgU6bqyQjHAwbm071wrAbEm7aeAB/s320/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548566417666844290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZNpa0PfQX7CvViZQve84Z8_P9a79uUpP3Nl8lK4bVaBdzYT9CMMvnQyp70NPowK_Nv-wwF9OtDSRwgr8kKQeX7DMwwkJNmHe6xfAgGg3WddIQ702W_R6Cf93jEegR4CXBhqpVoMmaQJ7/s1600/PICT0015.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZNpa0PfQX7CvViZQve84Z8_P9a79uUpP3Nl8lK4bVaBdzYT9CMMvnQyp70NPowK_Nv-wwF9OtDSRwgr8kKQeX7DMwwkJNmHe6xfAgGg3WddIQ702W_R6Cf93jEegR4CXBhqpVoMmaQJ7/s320/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548565945730797218" /></a><br />28 hours of travel from door to door and we arrived here at night. The house is beautiful- it was just cleaned, there was a fire in the fireplace, and the dogs were cute as could be (Blackie, Samantha, and Leia) After a long 2 days of travel, we were pretty spent, but not so tired as to not enjoy a pan of homemade lasagne, a bottle of homemade wine, a salad of fresh arugala, and some friend eggplant. We all went to bed full and ready for the rest of the adventure. <div><br /></div><div>Yesterday we unpacked and took a look around. The house is on a large olive orchard on a sloped hill. One of our jobs is to walk the inside dog in the am and pm. When we do we are automatically joined by the other 2 outside dogs. We are a parade.</div><div><br /></div><div>The brother of the husband where we are staying showed up yesterday and took us around town. We got the lay of the land, and then they invited us to Pranzo (big lunch). It was a lot of incredible food, with amazing olives, cheeses, bread, and yummy gnocchi. That was enough to put us all into nap mode for the rest of the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jet lag for me is not so much about being tired, but about being wide awake during the night. Even with a late night playing Nertz (fav. family game) and an ambien, I was still wide awake at 4 in the morning. So I came down and was soon joined by Zoe. We were able to finish much of her School work by 6:30am. During this morning I discovered 2 new things that I am a fan of.</div><div><br /></div><div>1- the old school expresso maker</div><div>and 2- The sun coming up </div><div>(pix above)</div><div><br /></div><div>The Light is out and I can begin to start work on the joyful Italian truth of the sweetness of doing nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642358986261223617.post-29204150795204970282010-11-13T07:29:00.000-08:002010-11-13T07:33:10.340-08:003 weeks away3 weeks away on Monday- we are getting even more focused on getting the tasks crossed off for our trip. Job and Home life seem like a never-ending to do list-<div><br /></div><div>the good news is that in 23 days we arrive in Rome to start our 3 month adventure. Much of our life there is not yet planned, but we are very excited to get it all started- till then- there are tasks to check off-</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao-</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0