next leg

Thursday night we had a farewell dinner with our pilgrims.  Italian music, Italian food, Italian wine.  Tears.  Hugs.  Toasts.  It was good.

And sad.

Most of the pilgrims were off for home.  Like us, sore muscles, full brain, spiritually shored up and a mitt full of new friendships.

We “slept in” (this is a new relative term, as so many days of our pilgrimage started with a “5”), and our flight from Rome back to Paris was around 2 pm.  We strapped ourselves in (FYI, we flew Vueling Air, leg room, spacious, lovely staff, nicest local airline we’ve ever experienced) I was asleep before take off and didn’t wake up until two hours later, descending into Charles de Gaulle airport, Paris.

We are staying the next two nights in France’s version of a cheap, big chain style hotel:  Ibis.

There are three single beds in each room, put side by side with no room between them.  Butted up on one wall, and inches to spare on the other.  Beds are comfy, water is hot.  We are tired and it really doesn’t even matter.

We have one day in Paris before we fly home tomorrow.  Being fully satisfied with nearly four weeks with history and faith, we are off to Paris Disneyland today.  Not.  Even.  Kidding.

We have determined that Paris Disneyland must be the fourth happiest place on earth, being the fourth Disneyland park to open.  Below, Paris airport.




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