data path, Saturday, June 21, 2008
the stage yesterday with the problems encountered was tough, but the tranquility of the place, accommodation, the good dinner and good bed made me forget everything. The view from the hill of Biscina is wonderful I have the good fortune to see one of the rare times when the reservoir of the lake, there is water .... I think the rains that continued for more than a month hit central Italy from the north, have contributed greatly.
The sky, the beautiful day and the prospect of arriving at Assisi give me the right charge. I cordially greet the friendly owner, balance of my account ..... certainly not as a pilgrim to Santiago ... But the alternative was to sleep under the stars .... and I get back on the road. The track is not very marked, however, to arrive Valfrabbrica without many problems. The environment is beautiful very green and lonely, even if a good piece of road is asphalt, but there is not any. Before entering the village pass by the hostel where they stayed and Anna Thomas. It 's almost noon and I make a snack at the bar almost immediately to resume the road to Pieve di San Nicolò. The ascent of the "pit of wolves" is pretty tough, partly because the ground is muddy and slips. Once the long climb and reached the crest, a myriad of dirt roads, intersections, disoriented. The descriptions of the guide and the references are not clear, the map does not contain all the streets with a thousand doubts and surplus. It's hot, the sun is high and I need water. I ask a man who appears on the driveway home if I can kindly fill the bottle and is happy to chat with me. He asks me if I want to put salt in the water that restores the Himalayan salts lost through sweating ... I remain thrilled because this is the first time I've heard of Himalayan salt ... I turn around and say no thanks ... just plain water. It gives me some pointers on the way forward and go on the road. I open my heart when I see from afar the walls of the fortress of Assisi ..... more how exciting .... I'm getting there!
now travel more by instinct that the driving .... Assisi is there ... in that direction ... Ultreya! The mind is now over to my feet and already waiting for the event, the arrival at the Basilica of San Francesco, San Giacomo
Step in front of goal with a great pleasure. I remember the New Year "Pilgrim spent at the end of 2007, here in Assisi with Gianna, and Francesca Toni, Francesco and Michela. Staying at the St. James right here next to the door that gives it its name .... I remember the promise made to the owner of the hotel at which I said, ' ... I'll be back this summer ... in Assisi, but walk in and pass this port. I will come to greet her and she will offer me a glass of' fresh water because I am definitely tired and thirsty .... "I leaned over the reception and the lady behind the counter sees me and pointing to me: "... Santiago .... pilgrim." We greet each other warmly, I would like to offer a beer, tea, a coffee ...., but I remember the promise of a glass of water ... and keeps his word.
Two words again, a warm greeting and resume the march towards the basilica. I get excited even now while I'm writing down these lines from the notebook computer, recalling that moment.
As I had thought, as I had imagined .... as the arrival in Santiago.
I arrived on foot at Assisi at the Basilica of the "little man " which triggered an earthquake in the church then and that still shakes the consciences of many of us.
go down in the lower church with my knapsack on his back, even if a brother kindly offered to remove it and deposit it in a safe place, but I say no, I have an appointment with Frank and I want to introduce myself to him as they are, as are state for a week to get up there.
carry with me a thought for my family, my loved ones, friends and those I know.
Time goes by without my noticing, and it is time to take me to the hostel "perfect joy" and embrace Angela.
I wish to ask a trick and standing outside the door of his cell phone to call the hostel:
"Hello Angela Oriano ..."
"O rrr ianooo or O thought you were already here at this time, I'm waiting ... "
"Angela you come and get me ... I'm do not know where I am ... "
".... as you missed ... where are you?"
" do not know .... I do not understand anything. are in front of a table that says ... wait, I take off my glasses"
"... Yes .... yes, that c ' is written? "
" So ... there is a Tau and is written ... so .... for fet ta ... The aunt you "
".... but you go to f iggere rrr ... I've put in agitation to open yourself ...... I come! "Hello Angelaa to to , rrr .... O ian or O!
A big hug like two old friends and finally I am welcomed by Angela ospitalera, engine, body and soul of this journey.
I think of how I met Angela ... three years ago when I was documenting the journey of Santiago and I came across in his diary.
I read it, I was excited, I wrote we wrote via e-mail several times. Then our feet were crossed with the story of Denis, the French I have met in Santiago and was a guest in Assisi Angela's own hostel, the passage of Friends Belluno and John Guido, the New Year 2007 in pilgrim's hostel .... In short our steps, as the title of his book, have crossed several times.
I have other pilgrims who are passing the hostel, who did the Way of St. James, who "came here to Francis," I'm here to say goodbye to Angela and they stop for dinner.
A couple of hours after arriving and Anna Thomas ... the group increases, and finally a dinner in front of a pilgrim good food and good company. After dinner and also Fra Luca arrives dressed as a monk and not a pilgrim, which of course I see and greet with joy. Stay in the nearby convent of Santa Maria degli Angeli. The discourses are interwoven, the company is great ...., but fatigue is felt, the day after Anna and Thomas are still on the way ... at a certain point and then the table broke up and everyone to bed.
I feel that my journey ends here, in Assisi.
's arrival at church so I downloaded the tension and feel more satisfied that the impetus to continue.
Tomorrow however I stop to Assisi ... then we'll see.
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