War Wounds and Soap

My battles began with transportation yesterday. First, an escalator scrape on my left shin. Not too bad. Then I whacked my left wrist on a metro stall. Red and a nasty bump there. A little more walking than usual today brought a sore spot to my left foot. What’s left of me?

What’s left is what’s right! It was a grand adventure day, with us distributing little gifts of soap to some nuns we encountered. (Thank you, Daughter, for bringing them.) All I said was, “Grazie – a gift from the United States.” Smiles. When the priest in the Santa Maria dei Miracoli met us in the book store, I was purchasing medals. He said to just give “anything I had.” I gave him soap! Of course, that was after my compatriot paid him for the medals. (He blessed the medals and us, btw. Possibly figuring I definitely needed some help?) He smiled, too.

With that under my belt, I’m ready for a wonderful meal this evening. I will change my shoes and start off on the right foot.

3 thoughts on “War Wounds and Soap”

  1. Your adventures have been so much fun!
    I want you to google MOTH. I attended a MOTH reading and couldn’t stop thinking of you – I think you would be terrific!

    When you get back let’s plan a MOTH trip.

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