"Finalmente" (I finally got out of Rome. To Venice. Deo Gratias!)

Only St. Philip Neri could have spent more time in Rome without fleeing occasionally. And so many things happened to impede our escape that it really is like a miracle that we got there at all. This is how to see Venice: late February or early March (as long as Carnival is over), when it's sunny and about 45 F during the day, staying at a cute convent a 10 minute walk from the train station and San Simeone Piccolo, and very, very few tourists. Fr. Sabonis (my classmate from Lithuania) and I even ran into some likeminded Santa Croce students in front of San Marco. DG!

One last look at the Code's anniversary...

That's Monsignor Arrieta, my Ecclesiastical Organization professor, just behind the Holy Father, and next to me are my classmates from Kenya. It was a great day.

Z, Rome, Blognic

We started out at the Abbey Theatre, but a large number of English rugby fans prevented us from having a peaceful discussion of the liturgy. So we repaired to the Black Duke (or Bleck Duck, as the bouncer called it) on Via della Maddalena. A big 'thank you' to Father Z. for all his work!

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On the way, Father took photos of plaques set into the sides of buildings in the area, many dating from the 17th century, ordering local residents not to heave their rubbish out the window into the street. "Fourteen years in Rome, " Father sighed, "and I'm taking pictures of garbage signs."

More from the 25th Anniversary of the Code

An early spring at the villa