29 Sept Roma

We had hopes of getting into see the Sistine Chapel and maybe find a church afterwards. That was the first big 'joke' of the day. We left 'home' soon after 8am and eventually realised the bus we'd hoped for did not run on Sundays. So a girl who didn't speak English but seemed to understand what we needed directed us down the road to another cross street and there we waited, ... and waited. Another girl told us where to buy tickets so that was one good step forward, and when a bus came she helped us with Metro (train) instructions as well. I wanted to tell her that she was the first kind person we'd met on the streets of Rome.

As we neared the Vatican it seemed that a million people were also pressing forward en masse to visit the Sistine Chapel. We joined a queue and were accosted by hawkers trying to get us to join their tours and so avoid the wait. But as the queue was moving quickly we stuck with it and eventually made the door where we had to go through security and numerous rooms (called museums) containing statues, massive tapestries, and other 'stuff.' Actually getting to the Sistine Chapel took forever as we were forced past trading tables (reminds you of Jesus' day) and other ante-rooms with opulent ceilings. Eventually we got there, pressing in with the crowds, and being exhorted over a loud speaker system to keep quiet, and refrain from taking photos. Those caught doing the latter were escorted out, or required to delete the images. Why? Because on the way out, there were shops selling books, posters, cards, etc. with images of the Chapel.

The ceiling frescoes were done by Michelangelo Buonarotti over a four year period from 1508.

We were struck by the fact that the nine panels running along the centre of the ceiling cover history from creation to Noah's drunken stupour, and end there.

Michelangelo completed the  end wall of the chapel - the final judgment - twenty-three years later (1537-41):

What was particularly striking about these portrayals of creation, fall, sin and judgment was the absence of grace and salvation! The overall impression of the Vatican Museum, including the Sistine, was of a caricature of Christianity, focusing on man and his achievements, and particularly those of the Roman Catholic Church. It was not an edifying visit...

We walked for ages to gain entrance to St Peter's Square - Pope Francis had conducted a special mass, and the police (and Swiss Guards) had blocked most of the entrances until it was over.

Making our way into the Square, (along with thousands of people coming and going) we glimpsed St Peter's, a building constructed in part from the sale of "indulgences" - a practice which so incensed Martin Luther that he posted his 95 Theses on the Wittenberg church door in 1517, and sparked the Reformation.

We retraced our steps to the train, stopping on the way for a light lunch of fruit, and travelled one stop to wait for our #31 bus.  Notice the graffiti behind us.

50 minutes later, we were on our way again, arriving back at our BnB quite "done in."

 It is hard to express what this visit today has meant to us - I think ultimately it is a feeling of great sadness to see so many thousands of people somehow comforted by their 'pilgrimage' to see the Pope and Vatican City, and outwardly anyway, clinging to a religion of bondage. It also struck me that it was no wonder the reformers wanted the churches and her leaders to have no adornments - that would have been reaction to the incredible opulence we saw today.

We're looking forward to our chef-cooked dinner again, and hopefully some recouped energy for seeing the ancient town ruins tomorrow.

28 Sept Geneva to Milan to Rome (!)

Well, it was quite a day today, mostly taken up with the dramas of travel in foreign lands.

It started with a bang -- we were having breakfast at the B&B, using the coffee machine. When we turned on the microwave, Bang. All the power went off. The power drain had been too much for the fuse or circuit breaker. It was 6:15am, and we needed to catch a bus into the central station, so couldn't spend time trying to work out how to restore power. Thankfully, we had a little torch, and were able to pack and leave.

We found the bus stop, on Rue des Philosophes, and travelled in to Gare Cornavin, the main railway station. Got to our platform in good time, and were about first into our carriage. That turned out to be a blessing too, as we were able to stow our sizeable cases in the very limited space provided. There was a deal of chaos at the next stop, with people weighed down with luggage trying to sort themselves and it out. We just sat and were thankful...

The trip to Milan took about four hours, and it was great to see more of the Alps as we travelled through the western edge of Switzerland.

 The train goes through a valley with mountains including snow topped ones on either side and every square metre of land has crops on it, mostly grapes and maize. There is a lot of terracing with stone fences so that more of the land can be used. It looks very pretty with the neat houses nestled among the grape vines.

We reached Brig and then went through a very long tunnel (like about 10 minutes at 200kph) and then we were in Italy. Well, the contrast couldn't have been greater. Suddenly there was graffiti on every wall visible; houses were cement rendered and painted gaudy colours, buildings looked to be in poor repair and towns seemed uncared for. I have to say that I did wonder if this was evidence of a difference between the out working of Catholicism compared to the Protestant work ethic evident in Switzerland. Anyway, our first impressions of Italy did not improve as we alighted at Milan central, and decided to walk to the connecting railway station, Milano Porta Garibaldi. Every step dragging our laden cases tended to confirm our impression of Italy being a dirty, smelly and visitor-unfriendly place. We finally found a place to wait over an hour for our train, anxiously checking the display to find out which platform. It was still not showing 20 minutes before departure, so Dad went downstairs to check there. Ah, platform 13! Raced back to Mum, and we wasted valuable minutes trying to locate the platform, finally arriving breathless at our assigned seats only minutes before departure. Phew! (I think it was actually Platform 13 3/4 and was only visible for a short time!!)

This train raced towards Roma at speeds of up to 300kph! The countryside did improve after leaving Milano. Although flat it was cultivated again with grapes and maize mostly. It became more mountainous again as we neared Rome but the graffitied walls and dirty surroundings returned too. It is certainly not a visitor friendly place and we had great difficulty finding where the buses go from. While Dad was off trying to find where we needed to be, I was standing with our luggage when a man collapsed, falling forward on an escalator right in front of me. I had to pull him off the escalator; he seemed to be unconscious, and bleeding from wounds to his head. Numerous people rang for an ambulance and Dad was helping to make him more comfortable. Anyway, we left in time to see our bus leaving but thankfully didn't have long to wait for another despite it being Saturday. We saw the ambo's arrive too. I think drink may have played a part in his fall!

The bus ride was horrendous. Thankfully a lady told us she'd tell us where to get off as there was no notification of where you were in the bus like the Swiss busses. We found Giorgia with great relief and she told us she'd sent another email suggesting we take a taxi as the bus goes on an extremely circuitous route and she knew we'd be tired. Ho hum! (The "free wi-fi" on the train didn't include connection to the internet!) We are very thankful for this lovely place which is a completely separate little haven with bathroom attached. We also had a very beautiful 4-course dinner prepared by Andrea (chef husband)! They have 17 month old twin boys - very cute.

Bed news! You won't believe it but we have a top sheet and one full size doona! Not sure we'll cope!

27 Sept Genève

We had to go and visit a supermarket before we could eat this morning and that was a bit of a trial; trying to find things when they look different and have French all over them was fun! But we got some goodies for 5 meals for half of what we paid for our small dinner last night.

A few comments about Switzerland! They like to be different: eg. the power plugs. Even the locals say how expensive it is to live here. The Funks drive an hour to the German border along with many Swiss to buy groceries. The Government has put a 300 CHF (Swiss francs) per person limit on what you can bring back though but with a family of 6 that is no problem. The costs are massively less in Germany. Drivers are required by law to use headlights at all times day or night. You get the feeling that every second person smokes. The pet dog goes everywhere... in the car and on the trains; along with bicycles on the buses and trains. There are quaint horse troughs all over the place with water running out of weird shaped spouts - not many horses; maybe bikes have replaced horses and the riders need water! We've found the people friendly though when we've needed help in the supermarket or regarding travel and buying tickets - it can be tricky when the instructions are in French, German and Italian!

The nephew of our hostess (who is not here and whom we've not met) is living here so we chatted to Arturo over breakfast. He is from Bolivia and doing his 3rd year of an Economics degree here, his family thinking it unwise in the present political environment of Bolivia for him to stay there. 

We walked down to the waterfront and bought Geneva passes which entitled us to various rides and museum entrance. So we started with the Solar Electric Mini Train Tour which took us around the southern shore of Geneva Lake, otherwise called Lac Léman. (Another new mode of transport!)

We were shown various monuments and gardens, including the Flower Clock which is composed of 6500 plants.

One of the icons of Geneva is Le Jet d'Eau - the Fountain sends 500 litres of water per second into the air to a height of 140m. It is quite spectacular.

We sat in the English Garden park on our return and ate our sandwiches.

There was just enough time to take another small train to the Old Town before going on the ferry boat. It was quite informative and also pleasing to discover that we'd actually seen most of the important things yesterday on our own. We had a 'loud' American girl keeping us from hearing the commentary at times - I think she must have thought hers was better!

Wandering back along the Rhône River which flows (amazingly fast) out of the lake and eventually reaches the Mediterranean, we arrived at the dock and awaited to board the ferry.

This was an hour long cruise around some of the lake which is the biggest lake in Western Europe. 2/3 of the lake is in Switzerland and 1/3 in France. It is 72 by 14km, has 187km of shoreline, and is up to 310m deep...a pretty big expanse of water. We saw many of the big world organization buildings so many of which are based here, like the UN and WTO. Also of course the 130 or so banks which is probably the major industry in Switzerland.

We decided to revisit the cathedral and go underneath it where there have been massive excavations carried out revealing the very early building on this site. There are about 5 different levels revealed by excavations beginning in 1976, going back to Roman times. In a terrific display of engineering, they have preserved much of the original archaeology in situ, and constructed walkways that take you to the various levels. Particularly impressive was the mosaic floor of the bishop's reception room, dating from the fourth century cathedral. Here is a sample from an area of maybe 10 metres square.

I'm sure that John Calvin had no idea of what lay beneath his feet, as he faithfully preached God's Word from the church's pulpit!

Emerging from the crypt, we proceeded next door to the Musée international de la Réforme (International Museum of the Reformation). 

There was a load of information and displays, but one can't help but observe that the central rediscovery of Luther and the other Reformers was overlooked: the biblical doctrine of justification by faith alone! Not surprising, I suppose, given that the whole approach was 'history of religions' and social history of Geneva. One can imagine M. Calvin rotating rapidly in his grave, wherever that may be!

By this time, we were once again quite exhausted, and made our way back past the Parc de Bastions to our lodging on Rue de Carouge. It's an early start tomorrow, as we set off for Rome by train.

26 Sept Bern to Genève

Last morning with the Funks. We sat and chatted over breakfast which included another special Swiss Cordula-creation. It had apricots, berries, bread chopped up, and a custardy type consistency made from quark - a very German cheesy product which has a yoghurt consistency. Whatever, it was super-delicious.

The US Funks were biking into Bern this morning and then training to Stuttgart to see more family (there are 8 siblings!), so it was time for family photos and farewells.

We then had to say goodbye to a lovely family who had gone to so much effort on our behalf and treated us royally. It has been a highlight for us. I will miss Theo giving me instructions in rapid German with a great big smile on how to play a game! We did manage to succeed at a few games. Markus took us into the railway station where we said farewell. We were moved by his appreciation of our coming - how precious is the Lord's family.

We managed to buy our tickets out of the machine - a bit nerve-racking, and also to find the right platform. The trip was again very comfortable in these lovely quiet trains. It took about an hour and a half to do the 160 km, and as we neared Geneva the crops changed from maize and beets to grapes - masses of them the vines look lovely on the hillsides.

Finding the right bus was a challenge but we are now 'speaking' French so we're working things out a little more easily. We found our apartment behind a shoe shop and through two coded doors. After dumping our stuff we went wandering and found the Reformation monument...

Calvin's house...

and St Peter's Cathedral where he preached...

and his chair!

It all got too much for us, so we found some food at a pavement cafe which revived us despite being hugely expensive (as everything is here), and then we found our way 'home.'

25 Sept The Alps with Funks

Today we trekked in the Swiss Alps.

Did you read that...? US, in the Alps! It has been an absolutely amazing time and we had to keep pinching ourselves to realise the reality! 

Here we are posing in front of the north face of the Eiger, a mountain that has claimed many lives.

Markus and Thomas left by bike at 7am to pick up a vehicle that would fit us all in but being unavailable came home with 2 hatchback cars (99.9% of cars here are hatchbacks). So with the 3 cars in convoy we set off towards Interlaken, and the railway that would take us aloft. Dad and I were quite excited to see the country in which the 3 books by Liftin (The Sword, The Gift, and The Kingdom) were set. He called it the country of Chiveis and Markus told us that is the German word for Switzerland. He speaks much of the twin lakes and we had lovely views of these as we travelled; Lake Thun und Lake Brienz.

We arrived at Wilderswil (584m) where we got the train to Schynige Platte, at 1968m above sea level. We reckon the rack and pinion line must be about 1:2 at times. It was opened in 1893 for steam and electrified in 1914. The track gauge is 800mm and it goes through 4 tunnels and over 8 bridges at a top speed of 12kph. I'm not sure how long the line is but it took us over 1/2 an hour.

Reaching the top, the view of the Eiger at well over 4000m is magnificent.

We saw (and heard) cows with bells on on the way up, and the hills were alive with the sound of music as someone was playing an accordion somewhere. We also saw some Edelweiss which along with many other lovely wild flowers had been planted, but we saw none out on our trek. There are paths all over the area and we did quite a long walk to another high point, probably another 200m up, to Oberberghorn. We had our picnic lunch here and Cordula had excelled yet again with our yummy bun with German sausage and a massive cake which the 13 of us managed to devour without any difficulty.

Some of the Funk families.

It was just below here that we had our lunch and Dad called this the 4 sisters! Jennifer and I sang 'Praise God from whom all blessings flow!' I don't have words for the awesomeness of the mountains.

We walked a steep path with more stunning views.

Back at the station we were't all able to fit on the first train and the U.S. Funks had to wait a long time for the next one then got lost coming home. We were a very tired family but enjoyed delicious soup for dinner with another Cordula-created Black Forest cake. It was a wonderful day.

24 Sept Zurich to Berne

Another beautiful day greeted us (although the mist was again over the lake and mountains) as we packed up and set off on the train for the City. We found platform 17 with no difficulty and awaited our train for Berne. It was a lovely journey through the Swiss countryside and the 130 km were eaten up in under an hour.

And there was Markus! What a joy to see him after 25 years. 

I think we managed to bridge those years in the first half hour, catching up on so much. We deposited our luggage in the car, then walked to the old part of town where we saw again the quaint alleyways and old tall houses so close. This area has never been affected by war so the buildings are hundreds of years old. The state church is the Reformierte Kirche which apparently can mean anything theologically- there are some evangelical and reformed congregations in this denomination, including the one where the Funks are members. The main church - the 'Münster' - is a massive, gothic style building.

We walked down to one of the old bridges across the River Aare, from where you can also see the enclosure with a couple of Russian bears, a gift from the Premier of that country. Bern means 'bears.'

Back to the car, an enormous Merc diesel wagon, and Markus drove us up to the bottom of the Gurten Mountain (864m above s.l.), from where we boarded a cable car and ascended several hundred metres to a park where hundreds of people were enjoying the glorious, sunny afternoon. We enjoyed a meal at the cafe - Marcus had the muesli and yoghurt, but we enjoyed röste, a traditional dish made from grated potato, topped with cheese, spinach and garnish. Very tasty!

One more thing to show you, said our host, and so we walked up another hill to discover a glorious vista - spread out across the horizon were the soaring peaks of the Alps, capped with snow, and bathed with the late afternoon sunshine. 

Many other folk were there, just soaking up the view. There sprang to mind the opening words of Psalm 121: 'I lift up my eyes to the mountains. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.' The grandeur of the mountains is momentous and our God who is greater made them.

Driving home then to Jegenstorf, we had a joyful meeting with Cordula, Katharina, Salome, Theodore, and Valentine. The girls have a little English, and the boys none so it was hilarious playing games with them while they explained everything to us in German and were sure we understood! So I was saved from a Monopoly type game by the arrival of Markus' brother and his wife and 3 children who are cycling across Switzerland. What an achievement. Thomas and Jennifer, Lydia, Christopher, and Esther are from Iowa in the US. So what a big family we were and yet Cordula made it seem easy as we all sat around their massive table for dinner. We'd taken Luna the dog who is a black poodle for a long walk through the woods and surrounding farmland (maize and sugar beet) before dinner so it was a lovely opportunity to chat to everyone. The cousins are having a great time together playing the Swiss against the Americans - of course! Not sure how the game works (dad: actually it's table soccer - foosball) but it involves a lot of yelling!

The saga of the Swiss plug has continued with us being unable to find the small bit we need for Dad's shaver. Mentioning this to Thomas, he said, Oh I just use a wire! Don't ask....but I will say our hair is still not curly and there is no smoke coming out our ears - yet!!

We enjoyed lovely evening chats, with Markus having lit their fire! It's not cold but how lovely to have the ambience it gave. The Funk's home is really beautiful and large. The US Funks are downstairs in a massive room, where there is also a small safe room.. .houses were required to be built with such rooms up until 15 years ago in case of invasion! The US Funks are enamoured with Ken Ham and were quite amazed to hear our connections with him and Dad's involvement with Creation Science in the early days. 

 We have been greatly honoured by Markus and Cordula. It is obvious they have gone to a lot of trouble for us including putting us in their own room! We did sleep better - maybe the glass of wine before bed helped!

23 Sept Zurich

The city of bells chimed the morning light; they do not seem to intrude but you hear them everywhere. We intended to get some more mileage out of our 'Zurich Card' today and I think we may have added another 5 rides each, adding trams to our list of conveyances!

Switzerland has a different power plug from all the rest of Europe - rather annoying. Anyway we went looking for the right bit so Pete could charge his shaver, but apart from buying all that we already have to get the small bit we need, we had no success. Maybe he can go bearded again instead! We're thinking Markus may have a connector - we'll see him tomorrow.

We had trained into the City to have another look around the old area, and were quite amazed at the number of churches - big ones too, but their notice boards seemed to suggest they were mostly used for musical events and concerts. Very sad. We went into St Peter's Church and were struck again by the simplicity of it. There weren't even any stained glass windows in this one, but it boasted the biggest clock in the tower.

Dad accidentally changed the white setting on his camera, and this 'mistake' resulted in a striking image of the Grossmünster:

There are little cobbled alley ways allowing access but the buildings are all very close, and many are very 'Swiss.' I think the pretty shutters on the windows as well as the curved rooflines give it the Swiss flavour.

We ambled down to the dock to have our sandwich lunch where we watched the ferries coming and going. We realised we had not yet been on a tram! So to rectify that we took a tram to where we could get a train to go and visit a wildlife park. All of the transport we've been on has been quiet, comfortable, on time, and has announcements as well as electronic screens telling you where you are and what's coming next. Very helpful for ignorant foreigners who don't speak the lingo!

Well, the fun started when we started walking from the station to the wildlife place. We couldn't find it! I reckon we must be up to 100km by now, and many of those have been UP! Anyway, we eventually found a man coming out of a bushy place and he directed us in there. It turned out to be a trail in part of the park's grounds which was certainly very nice but it was nowhere near where the animals were. So we just kept walking... and walking!

And then Pete spotted some antlers in a creek. Thinking the poor beast had been beheaded he was relieved to see it rise up out of the water.

We then came across more deer, some brown bears, wolves, and a marmot. An ice cream was a pretty good discovery too. 

They're kissing, not fighting!

We also discovered we were a long way from the train so off we toddled again having made the brilliant decision to get the train to the end of the line, then a bus to the lake and a ferry home. When everyone except us got off the train at the stop before the last one we did wonder why. We found out, when we got to the little place in the middle of the mountains, that the bus only goes on Wednesdays! And there's only one train per hour! The time didn't drag too much, especially as Dad put 4 Francs into a machine and out popped some M'n'M's...had to be worth the trauma!

And despite all that, we left at 4.45 pm on the next train, got off and got a tram to our train-line and then another train and were home under an hour later. We've seen quite a bit of the area around Zurich anyway.

22 Sept Zurich

Just to update you on bed fashions... we are actually sleeping here on a cardboard bed base! There are rectangular cardboard boxes supporting cardboard slats, supporting the mattress. Very incredible and quite comfy! It's nice to think we haven't managed to cause it to collapse!!

We got up to a foggy morning and set off for church. Dad had written down the directions but he didn't tell me that the short walk was practically vertical! We went from Strasses into Wegs and Gates and Fossens! And we are greeted in German everywhere. We've seen lots of orchards like this - Dad said he was tempted to be an 'Eve' and taste an apple.

We made it to the International Baptist Church in good time and were greeted by the Pastor, Bruce Davie. He is a South African and would you believe he is from East London and knew of Dumisani. He also knows Pastor Ron de Gray Birch (Jen and Markie) for whom Dad preached in Berlin (RSA) while we were there in '96. Anyway, we enjoyed being able to worship with this family of the Lord's people and we had a very good message on the Christian's assurance from 1 John 2:3-6 - soundly biblical and evangelistic. We even knew some of the songs!

We left soon after the service, had some lunch and then walked down to the ferry quay, where we boarded a ferry heading north up the lake. Many of the buildings visible from the water are quaint and fascinating (to us)...

The ferry stopped at several quays, before berthing in 'the big smoke,' at Zurich Bürkliplatz. We could see the twin towers of the Grossmünster - the medieval church where the first generation Reformer Ulrich Zwingle preached.

There was a statue of the Reformer outside the Wasserkirche (Water Church):

Many of the city streets were closed, and were thronged with people enjoying the sunny day. Free yellow helium balloons were available, but I wouldn't let Mum have one. 

We went into the Grossmünster church, which was largely unadorned, and in the Romanesque style. There was a notice forbidding photography, since it was a "house of prayer," but that didn't prevent them from selling cards, books, and tickets to climb one of the towers!

Outside we chatted with a local woman (very good English), who kindly took our picture.

(In the background, you can just see the relief of Heinrich Bullinger - a contemporary of Calvin’s.)

We followed a path along the side of the river, with buildings to our left and above us, until we came to the central railway station. Here we boarded a train for Adliswil, disembarked, and trudged up another steep hill to the cable car up to Felsenegg mountain, about 800m above sea level (and about 400m above the lake). There were some great views, including of the Alps 'way to the south.

Joining the other sardines in the cable car, we descended, and eventually arrived back at the apartment, very tired and hungry. It was good to relax over a simple meal, do the blog, and go to bed.

21 Sept. Oslo to Zurich

Leaving while the world seemed to be still sleeping (which is a contrast to when we arrived so late at night; there were crowds around then!) we made our way to the Flytoget station. I've been amazed at how everyone we've spoken to, whether in shops, in public places or random conversations with other travellers, every single person has slipped easily into English and we've had not one language difficulty. I wonder how the locals hear us though - they all speak English with such lovely accents.

The fast train to the Airport was gun metal grey and had the bull nosed front on it - very impressive. As we flew along much of the trip was in tunnels but when above ground, the fences were a blur at 200km/h. Quite exciting really. We wish Sydney had built their second airport and one of these trains to the City rather than the Government having wasted so much money on pink bats and solar panels!

We found our way through the Airport routine (for the last time until we get our flight home) including getting a tax refund for some Norwegian stuff we had bought in Flåm, and then found something for brekky. Our flight was delayed a bit so I went to see if I could spend our last few Kroner and was very happy to be able to buy some chocolate leaving us 4 single kroner coins only... I wanted to bring some home to show you anyway - they have holes in them!

The flight was only an hour and a half and we sat beside a nice Norwegian lady who told us lots of interesting things. No time change either which was good - even one hour tends to throw you a bit. We had our first view of the Alps as we circled Zurich; they rose up above the clouds with snow-covered magnificence. 

We arrived in Zurich and as we had been given some clues by our hostess here about a travel card, we eventually found the SSB office and a very helpful man who sold us our tickets to Berne (for Tuesday) as well as the ZurichCARD which is for 72 hours and gives us all sorts of options re transport and museums too. We had to get a train into the centre of Zurich and then another out to Rüschlikon. The trains are so quiet and very efficient; beautifully appointed and have information screens as well as announcements in English as well as German, so it was comforting to know where we were and where we were going. It was only a short walk to Bethaniaweg and the 'pink house.' Our hostess is actually away but she had given us clear instructions. We are here for 3 nights so we have a whole apartment to ourselves which is rather nice.

The weather has been glorious today and the same is expected for the next few days. We found a supermarket and bought some food, then wandered the short distance down to Lake Zurich. It is beautiful with pretty houses around the edge, and the Alps off to the south. Apparently the lake has frozen over in the past; the last time it did was in the 60's. This meant there were 88 acres of space for skating, walking, ice hockey; food for sale in the centre, and 150,000 people out enjoying it all. It must have been magic.

Sitting in the sunshine and soaking up the quietness and the beauty of this part of Switzerland was a treat. As a girl I couldn't decide whether I wanted to go to Scotland or Switzerland more. Now the Lord has given us opportunity to see the wonder of his creative power in both places. I have heard that people can just weep at the wonder of the Grand Canyon; well I have to say that seeing the grandeur of the Swiss Alps had more of that effect on me.

We'd never seen a swan use its wings as sails before! 

We've worked out where the International Baptist Church is and plan to walk there for the 10.30am service tomorrow. All through the afternoon, church bells have been ringing - telling the time, and maybe also pealing for weddings. It's a lovely European sound!