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Chris had been in the Vatican archives for days, only emerging to take lunch or get some sleep. He wasn't making any groundbreaking discovery, but that did not bother him. He was overwhelmed by the beauty of the texts he was seeing. He was wallowing in the glory fo the Word.
But it was Sunday and the church archives were closed for the holy day. Chris had sat through Mass and then had enjoyed people watching a bit. He'd gotten to see the procession of Cardinals, even. But then he'd been politely told to go enjoy Rome. And so he had wandered a bit, looking here and there, enjoying art and sculpture and people of all sorts. He had found himself after some time at a lovely little bistro at a table outside where he enjoyed the lovely autumn evening. He had eaten his dinner and sat with a glass of wine watching the tourists. His table was the only spot with an empty seat and people around him chatted and carried on. A man walked out and Chris took note, leaning forward to catch his eye.
"You can take this seat," he offered, then repeated himself in Italian. All the languages he spoke and he couldn't help in the impulsive moment to speak English first.
But it was Sunday and the church archives were closed for the holy day. Chris had sat through Mass and then had enjoyed people watching a bit. He'd gotten to see the procession of Cardinals, even. But then he'd been politely told to go enjoy Rome. And so he had wandered a bit, looking here and there, enjoying art and sculpture and people of all sorts. He had found himself after some time at a lovely little bistro at a table outside where he enjoyed the lovely autumn evening. He had eaten his dinner and sat with a glass of wine watching the tourists. His table was the only spot with an empty seat and people around him chatted and carried on. A man walked out and Chris took note, leaning forward to catch his eye.
"You can take this seat," he offered, then repeated himself in Italian. All the languages he spoke and he couldn't help in the impulsive moment to speak English first.
