Last night, Christine and I were standing out on a pier in Ostia. “Can you believe,” she asked, “that God wanted to send us to Italy for the summer?” That’s incredible; that’s unbelievable, I said. It’s crazy. It was the most surreal thing: standing on the Mediterranean Sea in the dark, watching the waves hit the concrete and the sand, making peaks out of our gelato, and looking at eight more weeks ahead of us.
I’m sitting in the apartment now. We had last night and this morning off to go explore Ostia, befriend a cashier at the pizzeria down the block, find a gelateria, and stand on the sea. Christopher and Kylee are working on a song, while we read and eat and think.
Much, much more to come for you, I promise.