Memories in the Making

I wrote for over an hour today about the past weekend in the island of Capri. If the lovely computer had not deleted all of my writing, this page would now include some of the memories that helped me see Gods sovereignty and goodness in a new way. It would have told about how I got to travel with the nine people who just happened to know David Gilbert. We found out about our dear friends death after traveling to Assisi last week and spent several hours praying and weeping into the wee hours of the morning.
Sorrow lasted for the night, as the Word says, but God brought joy and comfort for the group as we left to tour the ancient ruins of Ostia and then headed for the island of Capri. I may have purchased a first class ticket and ended up sitting on the floor next to the toilet because the AC in our train car ran out, but the journey was well worth it. We stayed in a villa with hammocks and a pool nearby. On Saturday, we took a private tour of the islands blue, green and white grottos and lounged around on a private sail boat for three hours. Talk about the life!
That night, we hung out by the pool, played cards, ate at an amazing restaraunt (a cheap and delicious pizza marinara is my new favorite meal), went to a discoteque where it was such a treat to have two chivalrous guys in our group taking care of us girls, and then walked home under the stars along the coast.
On Sunday, we were able to take a chair lift overviewing the island before we left to tour Pompeii. Pompeii was overwhelming and we just decided to rent one audio guide for me to listen to and fill the rest of the group in on the House of the Faun, the Stadium and the theatre. Our train ride, once again, held some interesting adventure as we became part of a outrageous mob that were heading to a soccer game. Lets just say that Italian men have very little respect for girls these days. Our fast dinner stop in the Alamentari for risotto and kinder chocolates left us giddy in Rome and laughing all of the way home to the Center.