But I want to tell you about yesterday, first.
Traveled in the morning to Pula, which was a Roman settlement on the very south point of Istria in the early centuries of the first millennium. You may think this is the colloseum in Rome, but think again:
This stadium seated 22,000, roughly the same as the United Center in Chicago, but what went on here was much more brutal than hockey. Still, a shockingly beautiful place.
From Pula, the journey then continued to the coastal city of Rovinj. This was the most beautiful city I have ever seen. When I turned the corner and saw this city rising from the Adriatic, I paused and before I knew it I was wiping the tears from my eyes.
A few more photos, and then a strange one, looking up inside the Saint Euphemia church tower, which I climbed; the results of which you can see following the odd photo.
Here is a photo of the restored baptismal font in the church; was told how surprised the Dutch restorer was when he discovered the original colors, but not surprised given the Baroque interior:
And then the day ended in Montovun, a hill town more toward the center of the Istrian peninsula, where I took another font photo. Notice the octagonal base. Folks, I am thinking perhaps of organizing a pilgrimage of northern Italian baptism fonts and spaces (think Milan where Ambrose baptized Augustine, the ancient fonts of Grado and Aquileia, and then a trek through Croatia; any takers? Seriously, feeling totally blessed by God in this whole trip.)
This blogger feels a million miles away, yet very close to all of you.
And with a sip of Croatian wine, in a toast to all of you . . .
Gotta sing. Gotta pray.