Chiesa Santo Spirito. Same young man took us to this other church. He rolled back the carpet to reveal a glass floor. Bones of people who lived centuries ago are buried down there.
Thursday, October 15
Federico gave me these pictures of when he was in the military police. I think this may be in Afghanistan. A bomb went off just yards from where there jeep was. Luckily no one was hurt, but he was hurdled in the air.
My great grandfather Federico.
Federico has a passion for mountain biking.
I promised Federico and Lucia that I would be back to say good bye to them, and I kept my word. It was good to see them again and to see San Fili. They picked me up from the train station in Paola. It was raining all the way down, but stopped once I arrived. I visited with Maria Louisa again. We went out for dinner that night; Federico and Lucia and I. Lucia's sister came as well. She was very curious about the church and asked a lot of questions. I gave her a temple card and told her to go on the church website for more clarification. My Italian isn't good enought to explain things clearly, I'm afraid.
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