Yesterday morning some brothers came to collect me from Garbatella and bring me, at last, here to the General Curia. I'm not quite landed yet, though. The room which is to be mine isn't ready, so I'm in a guest room for the weekend.
I spent the rest of yesterday exploring and just taking it all in. I wandered over to the Collegio Internazionale and found again the English-speaking hang-out room, to which I had been introduced one night back in May when I first arrived in Italy. I wandered outside and found the long, sketchy, lizard-crossed path that leads to the bus stop. I can already tell that this will be a rich environment for 'overheard' posts, which I have always been told are favorites. Here are some from yesterday, and one from this morning:
Wandering around the Collegio, I met some students. In the course of meeting them, one asked how old I was. I told him that I was forty.
"As Moses fled to Midian when he was forty, so you have come to us."
At supper, one of the brothers was--I think--accusing another of feigning ignorance of certain significances of the recently concluded general chapter.
"Are you the only foreigner in Jerusalem who does not know about the things that have happened here in these days?"
Looking forward to this morning, for which the gospel is Jesus' teaching on marriage in Mark 10, one of the brothers quizzed the friar who was scheduled to preach.
"What will you say tomorrow? Are you going to tell us that we may not abandon our wives?"
At breakfast (I missed the context on this one) on the brothers announced:
"We have never been as close to our death as we are right now, this morning."