I had imagined that arriving at the new friary would give me a lot of write about. On the contrary, my mind feels pretty blank. It's not necessarily a negative state; I just feel somewhat uprooted and like I'm only visiting this new place. I'm not bored either; I have plenty of holes in my reading that I would like to fill before school starts, not to mention getting my Spanish back together so that I can help with Sunday Masses here. Today I'm cooking for the brothers for the first time in three years (we had a cook in my last assignment) and tomorrow I have my first public Mass in the parish where we live.
Here's my new room, more or less set up. I was happy to learn from NLM that I instinctively put my icon corner in the traditional place without even knowing it. They are, going clockwise: Christ crucified, the Virgin of the Sign, St. Joseph, St. Francis, St. John of the Cross, and the Transfiguration. In the middle is my 'relic' of St. Bonaventure.