The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. So we made a beeline across the globe, regardless of any curvature of the earth, adding a couple of hours to the flight. Usually we’re much father North.
And then we wandered around Spain and the Mediterranean perhaps continuing a dead reckoning exercise. We got up to 38,000 ft.
But no matter. I had a very pleasant travelling companion. I always do.
This person had never been assigned to Rome but had passed through many times. Assignments otherwise included the Middle East as well as Israel, Central America and Asia.
On this occasion the tables were turned a bit. Since I’ve spent some decades in Rome it was an honor to be of assistance in getting this person safely near our Embassy up on Via Veneto. The conversation was going in the direction of common friends. A refreshing start to this Missionary of Mercy jaunt in Rome.
Of course, just to make the encounter official, I was asked the inevitable question: who are you, anyway? ;-) It’s just that I’ve been in Rome way too long.
And here I am again. Trillions of memories flood in with every Vista. Nothing has changed. That can be a good thing.
Maybe it’s just that as the years skip by, I’m not so terribly offended by this:
I have such good memories of St JPII that I was happy to see it. Or maybe I’m in a good mood.