Philip was overjoyed to be at a train station. He has been looking sharp as every with some David Ermine Jr. clothing brand jacket.
We found a roman catholic mass on Crete. They sang one English song, the Sactus and Our Father in Latin, so we were able to follow along a bit. I butchered the songs in Greek as I tried to pronounce contemporary Greek with my limited education in Biblical Greek.
Philip and Amanda are trying to found out way through Pompeii.
This is a Roman road in Pompeii, covered for nearly 2000 years by 20 feet of ash. It was very well-preserved, and one can see the ruts from chariot wheels that slowly wore down the stones.
Entrance to the amphitheater. Tristan...Dan...want to try and translate this?
Amphitheater.
Philip and Amanda on a castle wall in Alanya, Turkey. The horizontal space above was where a large piece of wood...would have been to hold the stones and mortar as they settled. It has since rotted away.
Stella at the beach in Turkey.
A monastery in Cyprus.
Stella at n Amphitheater in Pafos, Cyprus.
Philip and I at the Jordan river. This site is where some entrepreneurial Israelis have turned baptisms in the Jordan river into a ridiculously over-commercialized business, totally targeted for American evangelicals.
Jerusalem
At Golgotha. Philip didn't make it to the 11th station.
Our last day in Rome, we had lunch with 5 of my classmates from ICAS in New Hampshire. They are studying theology there, less than two years away from ordination. It was a lot of fun and we shared a lot. Too much detail to divulge here. For those that are interested, we can talk on the phone.