If you intend to embrace carpe diem, accept the inevitability of sore feet. After our tour around Trastevere (an adventure in itself. Beauty is so quietly tucked into the city, or else my modern eyes are not trained to see stone, or stone is so familiar that it bleeds into the background. The economic grip on this modern world is so strong, it seems I'm not the only one of my classmates marveling over the price of gelato more than the craftwork of baroque porticos.) five of us Thomas More crew trekked to the Colosseum. We stopped also at a few ruins and the Wedding Cake. The days have been beautiful and full, three months more is almost a horrifying prospect. It's in my nature to reject good things, I think, but that reactionary apathy saves me from weeping every time we step into a church.
Dr. Connell said the first day that he considers the whole length of class a prayer. I think I'm afraid to see how close to God this semester could bring me.
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