Barbara took this photo....I think we were in the Gesu. I look prayerful, but am actually about to fall asleep from jet lag.
The statue of St. Peter in the basilica. His foot is worn away from all of the pilgrims touching it, which has become a custom:
On Friday, I joined up with my friend Fr. Greg Gresko, OSB who was leading a pilgrimage for students from his monastery's high school. First we went to Subiaco - a Benedictine monastery built over the cave where Saint Benedict lived for 3 years before founding monasteries:
Old manuscripts in the monastery library. Before the printing press, the monks would copy texts by hand to ensure they were passed on to following generations:
Next we traveled 2 hours to the monastery of Monte Cassino, which was founded by Saint Benedict himself. The monastery was destroyed during World War II, but was rebuild over the surviving parts. The view from the top of the mountain:
Whenever St. Scholastica is depicted in a work of art, she is often carved or painted along with a white dove, which traditionally symbolizes her soul going to heaven after her death. As we were leaving the monastery, a real white dove flew into the courtyard:
On Saturday morning, I went to Mass with Fr. Arthur and the Missionaries of Charity near the Vatican. Before heading to the airport, I paid a visit to my friend Bishop Laffitte, Secretary of the Pontifical Council for the Family. I was not able to attend his Episcopal Consecration last December, so I was happy we could visit for a few minutes before I had to leave: