We Made It / Reflection
Yesterday was the day we finally made it to Assisi. The day started out from Pietralunga, hiking into the wet Umbrian forrest. Next we had to climb out of the small valley, and on to the hills leading to the surrounding landscape of Assisi. At one point you can just barely make out the Basilica on the hillside.
We also visited the ancient temple to Minerva, one of the best preserved Roman temples. It is now a fully functioning church.
Relfection on this journey has brought me to the conclusion I was not expecting. Honestly, I had expected something more grandiose, something more great. But, I was foolish to think that a pilgrimage to see this humble saint would yield such a result. Walking in his footsteps has brought me to the realization that, yes he was an amazing man who did many miracles, but he also lived a simple and humble life. Through his life of poverty and simplicity he was able to connect with God's creation. One does not need to be the most famous or popular to achieve greatness, one must have love for his fellow man, love for the Earth, and love for his creator. I know that is incredibly predictable, and downright cheesey, but I've walked about 80 miles over the course of a week to learn this the hard way, so you don't have to. Being in these historical sites and walking his way is not like being in a park. It's intertwined with nature and even modern life. I've crossed river, valleys, mountains, forrest, and even highways to see this great saint. Every bit of it was worth it.
The next few hours were spent gradually going down hill, along the beautiful farmscape until eventually you stumble onto a statue of Padre Pio. Afterwards, We finally made it to the base of Assisi after about 4 hours of walking. The last challenge is the steep hill leading to the north gate. This hill was no joke. It took us about twenty minutes until we finally made it to the top. From there, a quick walk to the Basilica was in order, as it was what we came all this way to see. It's stunning beauty is just as I remembered. My words cannot accurately describe the interior, but fortunately I snapped a quick picture before subsequently getting chastised by security. Well what can he do, take my phone? (This is also why there is no video on the channel.) Lastly we got to see the tomb of Saint Francis. One would expect this moment to be joyful, and for my mother it was. She had conquered so many challenges and obstacles to finally, receive the reward of being at the tomb of the beloved saint. For me it was rather serious. I was not joyful but nor was I disheartened. I felt as if I had finally come to grasp a closer understanding of who Saint Francis was.
Everything I wrote was not planned. I am far too tired to even attempt to plan anything out as of right now. I'd like to thank everyone who has supported me throughout this incredible journey. I am truly grateful for having your support, whether financially, spiritually, and physically. There is no way I could ever repay your kindness and support to me. I guess the least I can do is some pictures from Florence. Thank you all once again
