Saturday, May 23, 2009

Why We Don't See Everyday Miracles in Our Lives

I love Paris, been there a few times - easy when you live in London - but this time was super special. I was with my hubby, who never went to France before.

When I travel, I don't like going to churches that become touristic spots and are full of people who have no idea that they need to be respectful to the Blessed Sacrament and be silent for those who are there to pray. That happened in the Vatican, at St Mark in Venice, Notre Dame de Paris and Sacre Coeur mainly. To avoid that feeling of aggression, I go visit those ones at mass times whenever possible. In Italy that means you are not paying to visit the church also.

We were entering Sacre Coeur, in Montmartre, and immediately I felt a "call" from the Miraculous Medal I bring with me all times. Our Lady's apparition to St Catherine Laboure happened in Paris, and I've never been to the place where it happened. While hubby was admiring that beautiful church, I was around trying to find a nun or some worker from the church to ask about the address of the Miraculous Medal Chapel. I got the information: Rue du Bac. Such a familiar name, my mother always repeated it to me when telling about St Catherine and asking when I would visit her shrine. How could I forget.

Our Lady of Grace, as we call her in Brazil, or Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal, protects my mum since her childhood, I know quite a number of her miracles in my mother's life. Then I was confirmed on my 30s - this is such a serious step, can't understand how can children be confirmed - and my sponsor, my aunt, gave me a Miraculous Medal to celebrate the date. I carry that with me all times since. My wedding was consecrated to Her and wedding favours were the Miraculous Medal attached to a prayer to Our Lady. She was in my life even before I was born.

Hubby and I went to mass at Notre Dame on our first day, then we planned to go to the Miraculous Medal Chapel next day. Rue du Bac. I even dreamt of it. We walked all day and I could only think about getting there. Rue du Bac is to the left of the Museé D'Orsay but my map is broken into pages and that street seemed like a short one. We walked, walked and it seemed that we were lost. We asked different people and they all said : just walk ahead (that was not a straight line, I can guarantee you). It was Ascension day, and I could only think about attending mass there.

We made it: Rue du Bac, 140. A pilgrimage spot, lots of welcoming nuns, pilgrims of different languages. A beautiful chapel, full of its dignity, pilgrims respectful of its solemnity. So beautiful I wanted to cry but, that was an urge for a painful cry, as I only felt when my dad passed away. I couldn't understand. Inside, Our Lady invites us to go kneel at Her altar and talk to her. So I did. So much to ask, but much more to be grateful for. I didn't want to leave. I would stay there, sitting all day, without moving, contemplating. We still had only a few hours left in Paris, and I still had to show a few places to my hubby. We left. The chapel went with me.


Late that night, I was already sleeping deeply, very tired. My mum called me. My father's brother, my dear uncle Adino, had died, by my accounts at around the same time we entered the Miraculous Medal Chapel. So I am sure he is in a much better world now. Jesus took my uncle to heaven with Him, as requested by Our Lady, in answer to our prayers. I know he is well, with those departed from our family too, my father and my grandparents.

Tio Dininho, descanse em paz. Peca a Deus por nós.


Wednesday, May 20, 2009

And we are doing it again

My hubby is calling me. We will be away for a few days, he will take a million pictures again, and I will be his tourist guide once more. This time in the second most beautiful town in the world. The first is Venice and we covered it last week. ;-)

And be sure God is each minute with us, making this trip even more special.


Monday, May 18, 2009

Small Things Are The Biggest Blessings

This afternoon I was strolling in Battersea Park with my husband. Miserable day, cold, windy, rainy, and I find London to be at its most beautiful under a weather like that. Suddenly I felt so happy and fulfilled and started thinking how blessed we both were to be brought together by God.
God is the centre of our lives and there is no day without thanking Him for our blessings, our health, our families. Anything else is really small when you can recognise the presence of God in everything.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

New design or so the intention is

One day I will learn HTML. It is still on my plans. By now I can't be so adventurous and only try a new blogger template. And I think it looks rather cute!


Friday, May 15, 2009

And in Italy Treviso 1x0 Venice

For ages people have been telling me I have a talent to be a tourist guide. For many reasons, in various places, all my life, in totally different circumstances. Even with that said, what happened yesterday left me a bit shocked...

Piazza Duomo, Treviso

Making the 4 at the University, Treviso

Via Riccati, my old address

Venice has been my favourite city for many years. It is a different city, not a "live" one, but something that exists as an "open air wrecked museum". The city life is not apparent to non-Venitians. Don't get me wrong, it is beautiful, the architecture is amazing. I am a Town Planner with years of study of Urban History and World History. I can see past the "immediate". I am aware of the wealth of medieval Venice and how it produced what is still the main beauty of the city today. This is the beauty I see.

Inspite of all that, and of having lived 15 min away from Venice for a year, visiting the islands every other week, I still get lost there. I could never get back to some shop I liked or find ever again some osteria where I ate something amazing one day. Venice is a maze. I don't know how to get to where I want if not by boat or with a guide. I know little about specific buildings, apart from the obvious, as I really never had enough time to study them in detail.

All that is being said because I lived in the town of Treviso and I got to know it well. It is way smaller than Venice, one of the few walled medieval towns where gates, walls and canals are still somehow intact. I had many problems with Italy while I lived there, but I fell in love with Treviso the minute I put my feet there for the first time. Apparently this becomes evident while I am showing Treviso around to people. After spending a day in Treviso and a day in Venice, my lovely husband told me Treviso is his favourite spot in our trip... And by the pictures he took in both places, it shows through.

In Treviso:

Walking to the comune in Treviso

Under sottoporteghi, still in Treviso

Outside de Walls, sitting by the canal, in Treviso

Il mio Prosseco fermo i bocconcini

Leave cholesterol in London and have uno piatto di prosciutto crudo e mozzarela

And a real tiramisu!!!!

And without Lemoncello non c'é felicita completa

E, alla fine, Piazza San Marco, finalmente a Venezia!!!

Ciao, Italia!!! Noi torneremo fra pocchi anni


Friday, May 08, 2009

Prayer to St Benedict

Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti
Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux
Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux
Vade Retro Satana
Numquam Suade Mihi Vana
Sunt Mala Quae Libas
Ipse Venena Bibas

Thursday, May 07, 2009

From Hubby to Wifey

Aren't they lovely? The first tulips I've ever received. Love them!!! From the most lovely hubby in the whole world!

Monday, May 04, 2009

London Sunday

For weeks we've been planing to have a Sunday Roast in a pub. In my modest opinion if you never tried it is the same as going to Paris without having a crepe, or to Brazil and not try a rodízio.

The plan was to go to mass, then roast, then a walk to the museum, explore everything and return home by 6:30pm so we could watch The Adventures of Young Sherlock on tv.

I think my hubby hasn't realised how disgusting things can be at the Saatchi Gallery. But it is ok, I'm curious too, we can have a good laugh to say the least. After I've seen a glass of water hanging on the wall of the Tate Modern and people calling that art, I've decided I am now a peach and the best I can appreciate in that Museum is its architecture. Certainly things are much more pleasant at the Tate Britain instead, and much more to my taste.

Well, I'm a woman, and Sunday morning woke me up with a stonking headache for some reason. I decided to clean the house before heading out, lunch was eaten around 3pm, we walked until the Museum to find it closed and Mass was in a different parish that I wanted to show hubby and it happened to be starting at the exact time we arrived for the tour.

Thank Lord tomorrow is banking holiday, we will try the museum again. Or plan B: Greenwich. What I firmly believe, will be more interesting.



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