It's funny how the memory goes. The other day Laura reminded me of something that I tried very hard not to forget in our travels.
First, some background. In June 2005 we went to Europe for 4 weeks backpacking around Paris, Spain and Portugal. One thing about Europe is that there are lots of lovely churches to see and that's almost always the highlight of a city. We saw Notre Dame, the bone church in Evora, and Sagrada FamÌlia among others. We saw lots of churches.
One of the churches that we went to was in San Sebasti·n Spain. There were no tourists other than us. No one else really at all. It was quiet, dim, and somewhere in the church there was monks chanting. I didn't even think that people still chanted, but apparently they do. It was just so peaceful that I have a hard time explaining how calming and relaxing we found it. All the worries and stresses just seem to melt away when we were in that church. I tried really hard to keep that place and that moment close so I would have a calm place to think of, but it slipped away.
I'm blogging this now so that I'll have another medium to trigger that memory and bring me back to that moment where I felt nothing but peace.
Hi Jim,
ReplyDeleteI was looking for info on "The White Knight" and I came to your blog. Your blog entry is all I found on this. I read it in high school as well and have never forgot it. I think it was on a diploma exam. Did you find out any info like the author? It would be great it it were online somewhere. If somebody sent you a copy, it would be great it you could email it to me. I'd love to read it again.
Thanks,
Kerry
Hi Kerry.
ReplyDeleteNo, I still have not found any more info about the story. Several people have asked, but I've not been able to get any more info. One person offered to send me the story, but when I tried to follow up I never got a reply.
If I ever do find out more info, I'll update the original post.