It was a happy day Saturday when we picked him up. He fills our quiet home with his voice, and tall presence. And stories of Europe, the stories I have been wanting to hear all semester long. The messiness of Rome, the wonder of Florence, the
Titians, Giottos and
Fra Angelicos that blew him away. The friendliness of Brussels and the cleanliness and efficiency of Germany. The steak dinner with his brother in Amsterdam, the hats worn by the chaplain priests depending on what part of Italy they visited. Venice, the piazza and its smells. The classes, the professors, the Italian kids he tutored his job as as the campus' sacristan... and the many more adventures that are still trickling in...
It was a happy day Saturday when we picked him up. He fills our quiet home with his voice, and tall presence. And stories of Europe, the stories I have been wanting to hear all semester long. The messiness of Rome, the wonder of Florence, the Titians, Giottos and Fra Angelicos that blew him away. The friendliness of Brussels and the cleanliness and efficiency of Germany. The steak dinner with his brother in Amsterdam, the hats worn by the chaplain priests depending on what part of Italy they visited. Venice, the piazza and its smells. The classes, the professors, the Italian kids he tutored his job as as the campus' sacristan... and the many more adventures that are still trickling in...
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