Like Aeneas, we have
made our way to Italy. Only he had a harder time of it.
At McCarran,
emergency clergy consult calls were coming in right up until boarding time. But
I declared the point where the flight attendants make you put your cell phone
in airplane mode the beginning of my sabbatical. The long flight was from San
Francisco to Frankfurt. I conversed at some length with a woman whose raison d’etre is spaying and neutering
dogs and cats in Romania. It’s a strange world. I also got a lot of reading
done as class prep for my upcoming Church & Society class for our Nevada
postulants.
We arrived pretty jet
lagged in Frankfurt, where we connected with one of Linda’s law professor
buddies from Sacramento and her husband. We are all here in Verona for the
Global Legal Skills Conference. We had dinner with her law school friends
tonight – yes, it was very good pasta – and tomorrow she makes her presentation
at the Conference. While standing at an ATM machine to get euros, I saw a young
woman sauntering down the sidewalk wearing a t-shirt with NEVADA boldly
emblazoned across the front. I started to speak to her, but then thought better
of it.
So far Verona strikes
me as a quaint old city. We are in an old hotel with a room that actually has a
tiny balcony. “Hark what light from yonder window breaks?”
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