One Year Ago: Setting Out
(from my journal)
SeaTac Airport
Easter Sunday
Just finished praying Prime. So far so good. Airport security was a breeze, though I already managed to lose my first pen. I had to fish one out of my pack to write this.
Already missing Francine.
Last night’s Vigil was wonderful – prayerful and spiritually nourishing. There were a few slip-ups – it would have been nice to have some warning that we’d have to read in the dark, for instance. Two lectors were no-shows, but we handled it. Next year, we need a rehearsal for sure.
Fr. Maurer was nice enough give me a blessing when we met him outside. Lord knows I could use the extra fortification.
Feeling excited and nervous. Mocha will help. I can’t believe I’m doing this!
Chicago-O’Hare
Easter Sunday
Landed and found myself some Chicago-style deep-dish for Easter dinner. It was fast food – not great but miles above any imitation from further afield. I don’t think it’s possible to get decent deep-dish if you’re more than 60 miles from the Loop.
The family in the seats behind me on the Seattle-Chicago flight are also flying into Madrid. They’re continuing on to Barcelona. Parents, several smaller children – I’m unclear on how many – three? – and grandmother.
They talked a little about their “next adventure”. Would it be Peru? Africa? Led me to believe they’re in diplomatic service. I’ve lost them now; the gate for the Madrid flight isn’t posted yet.
Found a bookstore and bought Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man. Short stories are best for flights.
Two Carmelite nuns at the gate.
