Twenty-four hours! That’s what we have left (after we get up in the morning) in this colossal, crowded, chaotic, creative city.
We’ve loved our little perch in Trastevere. From our terrace, we have a nearly 360 view of the city – we can see St. Peter’s to the north, the top of the Vittorio Emmanuel II monument to the east, and Aventine Hill to the south.
We received word today that a dearly beloved church member had died. We’re absolutely heartbroken. This evening, I walked over to one of my two favorite churches in Rome, the Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere, to pray and to grieve.
A candle for Graham
As I sat and prayed, they turned off the main lights. The darkness felt right to me, and comfortable, and comforting. And then I got up and turned to leave and saw that it wasn’t only darkness…
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen
(That beam of light was more dramatic than it appears – it sliced several yards through darkness beyond the right edge of this picture.)
I can’t believe it’s almost time to leave. How do you spend your last 24 hours in the Eternal City? How do you spend your last 24 hours of your dream trip?