Italy begins

A quick flight and I found myself back in Italy.  In the picture is Don and Barb.  

Barb is my sister, next in age to me--she is younger in case you can't tell.  We are standing on the Ponte Vecchio, a famous bridge in Florence.  It's the only bridge in Florence that survived WWII.  Now it is home to gold sellers but also a lovely spot for people to gather.  It was Sunday so we attended mass in the big cathedral--Santa Maria del Fiore or also called the Duomo.

 Listening to Italian again opens me to a rythmic and vibrant language which is slowly entering my consciousness.  Being here for the next month will bless me in ways unkown.  I will be here for Easter and Holy Week, so let the journey begin.  May God watch over me plus be between me and the important people in my life.