415. Places of Foreignness: Incorruptible Bodies, Headless Statues, and Miraculous Altars

I haven't talked with others about these places and statues. My conversations with other pilgrims usually veer in other directions. Laon In Lucca, I visit the church in Lucca where the body of St. Zita is claimed to be "incorruptible"; in numerous churches, I see statues of headless saints holding their own heads; in Bolsena, …

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414. The Ancient Roman World and Rome

Sigeric would have seen the Roman world even before he reached Rome. He would have traveled on Roman roads. He would have crossed rivers using Roman bridges. He would have seen the remains of Roman amphitheaters. This one is at Luna along the coast south of Pontremoli. In Sutri, he would have seen another Roman …

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412. Pilgrims on the Via Francigena

I look forward to meeting other hikers. There is a kinship; there is a slowness that allows nice conversations. The variety of "temporary" friendships is wonderful. On a picnic bench outside of Buonconvento, I meet Lucco. As a retired Italian teacher from northern Italy who knows and speaks several languages, he taught German to Italian …

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409. Tuscany: Dream and Reality

Who does not dream of visiting Tuscany? So many conjurings of Tuscany. The soft yellow or cream stone streets and villages such as San Gimignano or Monteriggioni. The baskets and pots of red and blue flowers with green from leaves, ivy, miniature shrubs. Sitting at a table on a small plaza, drinking morning coffee or …

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408. A Baseball Hat and Regrets

I’m sipping wine on a terrace of the Hotel Borgo Antica Hotel outside Monteroni d'Arbia. My eyes linger over the silhouettes of the cedar trees and Italian cypresses backlit by the setting sun. My ears pick-up the barking of dogs, and, at times, the roar of a motorcycle on the highway in the distance. Admiring …

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