Back for the Attack
Alive & Well
Well, dear friends, I've returned safely from the land of funny toilets and canned Herring in tomato sauce. Yes, that's right ... Europa.
It was a thrilling 3 weeks, to say the least. Full of life, legumes, and yes, even love.
I travelled with Richard Murdoch's family (sans Richard, oddly enough) along with a significant amount of other Canadians.
I'll give you a basic rundown on some of the experiences, but I won't go TOO far into detail, because this would take FOREVER.
The trip began in Rome. Pastagelatovino goodness ensued. 'Nuff said.
Strangely enough, I ran into two Knights of the Holy Queen, Michael and Sunny (aka Reuben) when I was in St. Maria Magiore church. Now how fitting is that that 3 guys with devotions to Our Blessed Mother should meet up in her church in Rome? Pretty awesome.
Medjugorje / Bosnia-Hercegovina
After Italy we took a ferry across from Italy to Split, Croatia and bussed down to Medjugorje from there. There I was able to just soak in the peace of that place and talked with a priest about my vocation. This somewhat centered the entire trip for me and really brought its purpose to focus. I was in Europe to draw closer to the Lord and figure out which path (be it priesthood or marriage or something else) I am supposed to follow.
As mentioned before I met up with my two friends (more or less) from that area, and went to Maja's house in the city of Mostar. There I had one of the best meals of my trip. Maja's family lives in the city, but they still have an enormous garden on the hill behind their house, I mean, we're talking rows and rows of fruits and vegetables. So, everything we ate that night, from the potato and pork stew to the tomato and cucumber salad to the roasted peppers to the amazing "cibatta style" bread to the thick strips of bacon and sausage to the white wine was all from her garden / livestock. Oh man. To die for.
The next stop was the last one. The beautiful city of Köln, Germany. Here it was a whirlwind of crowds, bikes, and modern catholic cultrue manifest through youth. Weltjugendtag. At times it was absolute mania. The metro system was nuts. By the end of the week, Kenny (Richard's brother and I) had pretty much given up riding the metro and took to napping under trees instead.
GROUP MEMBER: "Hey the pope is going to drive thru downtown today, let's go."
DAN & KENNY: "Yeahhh ... I think we're just going to stay in this 1/2 KM radius."
Ah yes, but here in this city is where I, dear readers found love. I'm not ashamed to tell you, but I would prefer to tell the story to anyone personally rather then cheapen it by posting it on some online journal.
But you heard me right ... love.
So that is more or less the summation of the trip. I wrote many songs along the way (mostly co-written with the magnificent Hrvoje ... which sounds strangely like some Croatian magician) that hopefully some of you will hear. Also, Kenny and I decided to do a "multi-track" by mail album that will hopefully ... well ... happen ... and again, you will hopefully hear.
Tata, dear ones.
P.S. Sorry about the lack of linkage but my computer is acting up like a teething child.