passed here Francesco
date path, Thursday, June 12, 2008 continues to postpone the start of my journey because the weather forecast did not promise anything good.
But today I decided to leave ..... time what will be, but continually postponed pending more stable conditions and better, I getting tired. The train from Belluno
part on time ..... I do a quick mental inventory to make sure it did not
forgotten anything you need ..... I seem to be okay.
The sky is overcast but not raining, it's that way at night when it rains instead.
I'm traveling, I have plenty of time to think and do a shot Phone Tosca pilgrim friend, who is doing the Camino de Santiago alone. We met through my website ( www.pellegrinibelluno.it ).
I feel excited and this charge and also charge me.
We are both in their own way ..... in different places but the footsteps of the pilgrims cross magically always!!
Bologna train to Arezzo in a significant delay ...... no problem ..... the "no haste and patience are the pilgrim!
they experience the difference with the way to Santiago.
Even then I made the trip by train to approach and hand in hand we approached the starting point of the journey, they identified more and more into the crowd at the stations, the pilgrims who were in the process of doing the same experience.
Here I am the only one .... party and only just arrived.
Arezzo is changing and waiting to leave the train in a friendly Bibbiena, I have time to eat a sandwich and a beer at the bar of the station.
Bibbiena From then, a comfortable bus take me to the square of the monastery of La Verna ..... I find that this service is done only in summer, by the end of school until the resumption, otherwise it will stop in the village and the monastery to get there on foot.
taking accommodation in a single room with bath, certainly not welcome pilgrims from ..... but being the first night goes well.
I see no other pilgrims .... I remember arriving in St. Jean Pied de Port from the corner of pilgrims who backpacker, the small station of the train, marched in column to the first hostel.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon so I as long as I wanted to visit the monastery.
The environment is very impressive though obviously less rough and wild as when Francis lived.
Franciscan friars and nuns are everywhere.
... strange encounter with a monk in Koreano down to the "leading stone, which then will also meet at San Damiano in Assisi.
presence is felt everywhere in San Francisco ..... I just feel on his feet ....! Everything comes to him ..... the cave where asleep and was awakened by "Brother Falcon," where the rock crashed tempted by the devil, the chapel built on the spot where he received the stigmata, his habit and he used his cane to walk.
And 'the ideal place to begin this journey, the suggestion is strong.
I feel cold ..... The monastery is at 1,128 m altitude, also set the fog and into the six o'clock it starts to rain .... and will do so throughout the night. Exciting
vespers in the church of the friars, with their songs accompanied by the body ..... seemed to be thrown in a medieval flavor.
I go to dinner at the table and we meet a couple, no longer "young" from Liguria and Marina from Padua. The conversation at the table is good ..... dinner a little 'less, we tell each other the reasons for its presence in this place .... Here we can see the difference and the Road to Santiago: no one knew what it was this way and the existence of the "paths" in general.
I go to bed early enough. Overnight rain continues, but I always hope that in the morning there is "Brother Sun".
But today I decided to leave ..... time what will be, but continually postponed pending more stable conditions and better, I getting tired. The train from Belluno
part on time ..... I do a quick mental inventory to make sure it did not
forgotten anything you need ..... I seem to be okay. The sky is overcast but not raining, it's that way at night when it rains instead.
I'm traveling, I have plenty of time to think and do a shot Phone Tosca pilgrim friend, who is doing the Camino de Santiago alone. We met through my website ( www.pellegrinibelluno.it ).
I feel excited and this charge and also charge me.
We are both in their own way ..... in different places but the footsteps of the pilgrims cross magically always!!
Bologna train to Arezzo in a significant delay ...... no problem ..... the "no haste and patience are the pilgrim!
they experience the difference with the way to Santiago.
Even then I made the trip by train to approach and hand in hand we approached the starting point of the journey, they identified more and more into the crowd at the stations, the pilgrims who were in the process of doing the same experience.
Here I am the only one .... party and only just arrived. Arezzo is changing and waiting to leave the train in a friendly Bibbiena, I have time to eat a sandwich and a beer at the bar of the station.
Bibbiena From then, a comfortable bus take me to the square of the monastery of La Verna ..... I find that this service is done only in summer, by the end of school until the resumption, otherwise it will stop in the village and the monastery to get there on foot.
taking accommodation in a single room with bath, certainly not welcome pilgrims from ..... but being the first night goes well.
I see no other pilgrims .... I remember arriving in St. Jean Pied de Port from the corner of pilgrims who backpacker, the small station of the train, marched in column to the first hostel.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon so I as long as I wanted to visit the monastery.
The environment is very impressive though obviously less rough and wild as when Francis lived.
Franciscan friars and nuns are everywhere.
... strange encounter with a monk in Koreano down to the "leading stone, which then will also meet at San Damiano in Assisi. presence is felt everywhere in San Francisco ..... I just feel on his feet ....! Everything comes to him ..... the cave where asleep and was awakened by "Brother Falcon," where the rock crashed tempted by the devil, the chapel built on the spot where he received the stigmata, his habit and he used his cane to walk.
And 'the ideal place to begin this journey, the suggestion is strong.
I feel cold ..... The monastery is at 1,128 m altitude, also set the fog and into the six o'clock it starts to rain .... and will do so throughout the night. Exciting
vespers in the church of the friars, with their songs accompanied by the body ..... seemed to be thrown in a medieval flavor.
I go to dinner at the table and we meet a couple, no longer "young" from Liguria and Marina from Padua. The conversation at the table is good ..... dinner a little 'less, we tell each other the reasons for its presence in this place .... Here we can see the difference and the Road to Santiago: no one knew what it was this way and the existence of the "paths" in general.
I go to bed early enough. Overnight rain continues, but I always hope that in the morning there is "Brother Sun".
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