The beginnings of these trips are always so odd – you lose a day of your life, in this case, Sunday.
We flew out of Atlanta. Yes, Birmingham has an airport, but for international flights, you are probably going to get a better deal out of Atlanta (although Atlanta international fare “deals” are not much to shout about. I did well on this fare, though.) ..and the last time we flew internationally to and from Birmingham, we almost missed the connecting flight back to Birmingham from Atlanta because of customs, so I swore we would never do that again.
On the way, we caught the Vigil Mass at this sweet little church in Carrollton, Georgia.
It’s Our Lady of Perpetual Help, and I really like the design of this metal ornamentation on the exterior.
Parked offsite at the airport, where it’s cheaper, and got on a plane to London, waited a couple of hours, and then flew to Bologna. The flights were fine. They had never flow British Airways before and were blown away by the difference in service between that and American airlines. Some sleeping occurred on the way over the Atlantic, and more between London and Bologna. Even I slept a bit, which I usually don’t do.
We were too tired to explore Heathrow much, although I did peak in the multi-faith prayer room, where a few Muslim men were saying their prayers.
We are in an apartment in Bologna. We didn’t get here until after 6. Met by the owner, we were oriented, and then walked a bit. Got pizza, checked out the grocery store, found Kinder Eggs, then came back. Asleep by 9, I woke up by 7 AM and set out to explore a bit and get my bearings. I happened upon the Cathedral, where Mass was happening, and saw this marvelous terracotta figure grouping. Compianto su Cristo morto.
There is another, more famous terracotta group elsewhere in the city. We’ll find it.
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We’ll try to check some of this out.
Unfortunately, we will have to miss St. Philip Neri being honored by Italians singing American Gospel music.
The second floor of the grocery store has a pharmacy/health goods, plus this area growing herbs that you can pack up and purchase.
View from the apartment. I don’t mind. I’ts quiet. City apartments with a street view tend to be…loud, as we learned in Madrid, painfully.