Wherever I Am

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Paris in the Fall

When the sky is a bright blue the Arc shines white against its backdrop. I sit on a bench with a friend and talk while more and more tourists crowd the sidewalk. The chestnut trees drop their leaves first. They’re brown and crunchy under my feet as I walk down the garden paths beside the Champs-Élysées about an hour later.

A man with a crêpe stand on a bicycle jogs beside it as he pushes it quickly down the path. The fountains in the Jardin des Ambassadeurs spray water cheerfully. It won’t be long before they’re turned off for the winter. I notice a grouping of statues I’ve never seen before, but I don’t see a sign explaining what they are. I walked to this park a lot when we lived in the city.

I sit on a bench to rest my feet. Even small outings in Paris begin to hurt your feet, and I’ve walked the length of the Champs-Élysées. I scroll through Instagram and listen to an American couple on the bench next to me debate which way to go as they study a map, rotating it to get the direction right. I stop and offer them help when I get up to leave, but they’ve figured it out. They were looking for the nearest Metro stop.

I continue walking through construction work still happening at Place de la Concorde and make it to W.H. Smith. It’s a haven of beautiful books, but I have no budget for buying new books, except I do pick up the newest illustrated Harry Potter for Ella. We had it on pre-order at Amazon, but we’ve had so many problems with deliveries lately. I’m happy with the decision to stop in and buy it here, because I get a free tote bag with the cover illustration on it. The only downside is I now have to carry this very heavy book that I don’t want to get damaged around Paris the rest of the afternoon.

I cross the Rue de Rivoli for a little walk in Tuileries. I sit in a reclining chair and people watch for a few minutes, drinking the Strawberry Cream Diet Coke I picked up at W.H. Smith. I keep wishing they’d stock Diet Mountain Dews again. It was such a fun surprise that time I discovered them there, a happy reminder of home. It won't be long before the long rows of trees have scrawny bare limbs, but for now, autumn is in Paris.

Friday, November 8, 2019

Things Noticed Around Italy

In Naples, a young man wearing a cap walks down a narrow, cobble-stoned street and stops, scanning an Amazon package with a handheld scanner, modern technology on a street that once saw the rise and fall of the Greeks and Romans. The cracks between the stones are filled with broken glass. I hold on tightly to my purse. We walk by a Roman tower, standing tall since A.D. 500. Just beyond it our group stops at a coffee bar to drink espresso. The children laugh at a street performer playing a stringed instrument with the "help" of a puppet. We drop a coin in his hat, and his painted face smiles as he speaks in a high voice, “Thank you!”

We eat unknown fried food out of a paper cone. Biting into the first one I discover macaroni in a flavorful sauce. Ella bites into a fried ball of a rice, pea, and tomato sauce mixture. One tastes like a southern potato casserole you'd eat at Thanksgiving. There is fried zucchini and eggplant, ending with a salty ball of fried dough. I'm convinced I need more zucchini and eggplant in my life.

We walk into yet another old church. In this one the bones of a saint have been covered over with wax shaped to look like his features. The next church contains the relics of saints in a box behind a statue of their faces. In the old Greek center of town we see a temple built to Dionysus.

In the small hamlet of Erchie on the Amalfi Coast, an older woman with gray hair pulled back steps out on her balcony overlooking the sea, carefully hanging strips of lace on a clothesline to dry. Her skin is wrinkled from constant exposure to Mediterranean sun. She hangs doilies and delicate white tablecloths beside the lace. James counts the steps from the beach up to our Airbnb: 190. The mountains in the distance are a pale blue, almost blending in with the sky.

In Rome a young man without the use of his legs moves himself around the piazza in front of the Pantheon on a rolling board, begging. Italians board the train for their morning commute bundled in puffy jackets and scarves. The temperature is around 60 and will rise to 75 today. When I order a frozen espresso drink the barista says, “Mamma Mia!” in disbelief. He thinks it is too cold for a summertime drink in the morning.

It seems that around every corner is a new piazza and yet another obelisk. I wonder how Egypt has any left. Most of the obelisks are no longer topped by images of Roman gods but with crosses, replaced when the seat of power moved from emperors to popes.

I walk the road between triumphal arches and stand in the place where Julius Ceasar’s funeral took place. The apostle Paul walked these streets now broken by time. He wrote a letter to Timothy here. He kept believing that Jesus is who He says He is here. He kept believing he was free even while locked in prison, kept believing that the best is yet to come. He asks his friends to bring his scrolls and his cloak before winter.

I walk away remembering other words Paul wrote with these very scenes in his mind:

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ.

Thursday, October 31, 2019

October

Every month I try to gather a picture a day all together in one post. It's a good way to remember all that's occurred in the past thirty days before starting a new month. My October began celebrating James's birthday and the normal round of work, church, and school before we traveled to Italy for the annual meeting of the International Baptist Convention. We took homeschool on the road, made new friends, and K.J. preached in Rome.

Our time with people from other IBC churches was encouraging, and we had a day of rest and quiet on the coast before traveling back home. It's been a cloudy and damp end to the month, which makes me extra grateful for all the Italian sunshine we soaked up last week!

October 1 - 10 Years of James!