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  • 549. Solitude and Prayer

    The first several hours of a day are special. I’m fresh; I’m expectant. After some form of breakfast, I start walking. Normally, these early morning hours are my hours of… Read more

  • 548. Attending to Sadness

    While I’ve finished this portion of the Via Francigena, my habits on the VF continue. One habit is to pay attention to my feelings as elicited by my surroundings. So,… Read more

  • 547. Black and White Photographs of Church Interiors and Exteriors

    Although I’ve finished walking the Vi Francigena for now, I still hope to write a few more posts. This post simply contains photos that I converted to black and white.… Read more

  • 546. Christian Religious Sensibility in Europe

    I have finished walking this part of the Via Francigena. While my feet have finished, my head is still trying to catch-up with what my eyes have seen. When I… Read more

  • 545. Saint Bernard Pass

    I’m feeling better. Thanks for thinking of me. Others have gone and are going through so much more, I’m rather self-conscious about writing about the food poisoning; however, that problem… Read more

  • 544. Old Plans and New Plans

    There are plans…and then there are new plans. I have planned two days to reach the Saint Bernard Pass from Orsieres. Probably about 7.5 miles each day with 1000 meter… Read more

  • 543. Food

    Sigeric never had it so good. Food, different types of food. Traveling in 990 CE through Switzerland, he would have eaten porridge, heavy breads, apples, beans and peas. Probably no… Read more

  • 542. Resting on and off the Via Francigena

    Sometimes a God-placed bench is restorative. I have been surprised by the number of good benches! I desire more than a good dinner and a quiet, good night’s rest. I… Read more

  • 541. Wayside Crosses and Crucifixes

    Wayside Crosses. Physical Markers. If you look out a car or bus window, you see many of them. When you walk, you see every single one of them. Wayside crosses.… Read more

  • 540. “Not in Kansas anymore”

    “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” So says Dorothy. “Folks, we’re not in France anymore.” So says Curt. I’m not walking far, maybe 3-4 miles. I enter the last French… Read more