In Need of Healing Venice Italy

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August 4, 2017 · Venice, Italy ·

I am packing in Venice. In a few hours, I’ll be on a train to Naples. Yesterday I was blessed to meet a young girl on a train, Benedetta, who gave me travel tips and told me of the Naples Underground. I’ll share that adventure with you too.

At first, I loved Venice, but after all the hot days with no air conditioning and a beach that was like a dirty bath, I’m unsure if I’ll ever return, and if I do, it will NEVER be in August. It’s 7:30 a.m. here and the temp is in the 90’s with the same humidity It is beautiful–and I found wonderful people here, and I am so grateful I came. I truly enjoyed my time here, there’s just probably no reason to return EXCEPT maybe one.

I’ll always hold a very touching memory with Venice. Please see the picture of the ospedale (hospital). It is right next to the church. I love this set up. It reminds me of a time when people went to the church when they needed healing. I wish it were to that same degree today.

This is right near my hostel and on my first night, I noticed some homeless men taking up benches for the night right near here in the park to the right. It touched my heart. I wanted to do something. Even stopped in the street and prayed. There is so much suffering in the world and at times, it’s so hard to know what to do.

I went to dinner and had one of the best meals on my trip. I think my familia (family) must be from this area of Italy because the food is the most similar to my cooking I have found yet. In fact, in Burano, one of the islands off Venice, a house was cooking Sausage and Peppers and the aroma was just like mine! I almost wanted to stop in and say, “HI!” (Really, “Ciao!”)

Back to my memories of Venice, I dug right into my dinner. LOVED it! About halfway through, maybe less than that, I didn’t want anymore. I pressed it. I’d been starving, and this was REALLY good, but no, I couldn’t eat more. Didn’t want it. Didn’t taste good, and as I sat there, I thought of the men on the street. They packed my remaining dinner and I delivered it.

Each night here was the same. Received a good dinner and as much as I might want to eat finish it, I couldn’t and delivered it to the park near the Chiesa (Church). I wish there was more that I could do. In fact, that has been my prayer many times here, “Lord, what would you have me do to help those in need?”

Addio per ora! L’autobus sta chiamando. Fino a Napoli. : D

(Goodbye for now! The bus is calling. Until Naples. :D)

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