On the First Sunday of Lent, we read of Jesus’ retreat from
the city into the mountains to pray. Each year, this story marks the beginning
of the penitential season of Lent, when we are all to pause, escape from the
rhythms of business, take stock of ourselves, and engage in reflection and
prayer. Less than one year ago, I journeyed from Jerusalem to the very mountain
on which Jesus is said to have prayed during his forty days of fasting and
temptation, while I was on pilgrimage in Israel and Palestine. Overlooking both
the vast baron desert and the green fields from a marvelous (and terrifying)
height, I recall being washed with an overwhelming sense of earthy yet radiant
gratitude.
I have now felt that sensation once more, as I find myself
once more on retreat in the mountains surrounding a great and holy city. This
weekend, I traveled about 90 minutes by train to Orvieto, a small city in the
Umbria region north of Rome, for a nearly three-day spiritual retreat.
This past week, without question, was one of the most
stressful and exhausting weeks I can remember in at least the last several
years. I knew without question
that I was not only overdue for a little vacation, but that without one I would
definitely be in a very rough place physically, emotionally and spiritually.
Quite literally a breath of fresh air was not only desirable but absolutely
necessary.
Notably, the Alberca family speak perfect Italian and
Spanish, but very little English (although Francisco is learning for sure). Likewise,
I’m learning Spanish and Italian but by no means close to fluency in either.
Despite the lessons I’ve picked up in the highly multi-lingual environment of
Rome, I was still awfully nervous about being a good house guest without fully
(or perhaps even mostly) sharing a language with my hosts!
As soon as Francisco and I arrived in Orvieto and enjoyed
some quick cappuccino (it is Italy after all), we picked up his two kids and
headed to the giardina where they
love to play sports every day. For about an hour, as the sun began to set behind
us, we joyously went back and forth playing soccer and basketball with the two
little bambini and their happy dad. I
couldn’t help but be flooded with thankfulness and that incredible feeling of
“that was exactly what I needed”. After months traversing the dirty, smoggy,
traffic-covered, tourist-filled, incessantly busy city of Rome, there was
nothing better than a wholesome game of football with two great kids on a
blue-sky day in an adorable suburban park.
Long story short, the Albercas are bar none the best hosts
ever. No offense to all you awesome hosts out there (some of whose hospitality
I’ve had the opportunity to enjoy over the years). Over dinner and board games
(and did I mention amazing food?) we all went back and forth, flowing between
English, Spanish and Italian – sometimes even in the same sentence – creating
full and fulfilling conversations along the way! A real Pentecost experience!
Rather than describe it in detail for you, I’ll let you
enjoy the photos for yourself! Click here or head to the next blog post to see them!
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