After a 2 day journey involving four flights across 2 time zones, I’ve made it to Sorrento Italy. The sky was overcast and grey but the mountain views were still magical with a thick veil of fog and rain. Looking out over my cute little european balcony I see people hurrying along under umbrellas of blues, whites and polkadots.
To be honest I was quite happy with the weather being the way it is because now I have an excuse to lay in bed and recover from jet lag. However my obsession with Cathedrals and the fine art housed inside gave me enough motivation to wander out into the drizzling rain to go investigate the St Antonio church just half a block down the street. To my delight mass was in session. I would be able to lurk in the back and soak up the ceremonial process and hear the choir sing in Italian.
The art was not the best I’ve seen but it is always fascinating to see how different religious artists depict the various icons and moments from their scripture. The golds, blues and whites were rich and vibrant, while the sculptures were bigger than life.
As the mass began to wrap up, I made a stealthy exit and retreated back to my quarters where I quickly assumed the horizontal position. Eye patch on, ear plugs in, I soon descended into the depths of a black unconsciousness and remained in a dreamless state for 10 hours.