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A pilgrimage for the soul May 01 – May 05 2024
Healing for the soul. Sometimes we have to take the long way.- 1st May 2024
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Adventure time… A trip to Lourdes, but a slow, lowkey one. And how better to start it than with crosswords! Teaching photo hacks and seeing them work in the now! Wow …. just a little angle can make such a huge difference. Scenes of Barcelona. Gorgeous weather, full tummies and a seller who spoke to […]Rolling French hills, a bit of mist to give them mystery and fresh, pure spring air. The perfect setting for our pilgrimage! Excited steps leading us downhill to the hotel. The thought of going uphill on the last day wasn’t going to dampen the mood. The sanctuary and the joy our approaching steps brought.The sun showing up […]Italian mass at the Basillica. It’s amazing how Faith is not bound by language. A view of the relics of Bernadette and a small prayer.Blessing our trinkets with trickles from the grotto.Candles as love offerings. I’ll never understand how gestures like this can soothe ones soul, but I can guarantee you that they work. Srilankan Lunch. A […]English mass. Finally.Gemmail – enamel gems in the church below ground.A final goodbye. To the people, the place and the peace.Comfortable bus. Compared to the nightmare buses we had before. This was amazing. Fabulous views of the French countryside. Lourdes is spiritual. Lourdes is beautiful!Great joint for dinner and yes… what a lovely dinner it was. […]Tired but undeterred.A coffee that woke us up just enough.Crosswords all the way back.- Getting to Cantabria… A quick road trip… that’s all it took, but with stops galore and unexpected turns… it turned out to be an adventure! We said goodbye to the dogs and their keeper before stepping out in trusty Dhano. Few hours in, we got away from freezing sierra weather to bright blue skies and green green grass! A wrong turn near a church had Dhano slipping into Parkour mode to get down some old stone stairs. So glad no permanent damage was done. My first introduction to a Choco… I can’t believe I never thought of something like this myself. A separate area for entertainment. Yes, please! A clear view of the valley that is often hidden beneath a shroud of fog. A house with an amazing music room and disco. Such a pity it is so under-used. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I will just have to make my luck 🙂 ÂGetting to Cantabria… A quick road trip… that’s all it took, but with stops galore and unexpected turns… it turned out to be an adventure! We said goodbye to the dogs and their keeper before stepping out in trusty Dhano. Few hours in, we got away from freezing sierra weather to bright blue skies and green green grass! A wrong turn near a church had Dhano slipping into Parkour mode to get down some old stone stairs. So glad no permanent damage was done. My first introduction to a Choco… I can’t believe I never thought of something like this myself. A separate area for entertainment. Yes, please! A clear view of the valley that is often hidden beneath a shroud of fog. A house with an amazing music room and disco. Such a pity it is so under-used. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I will just have to make my luck 🙂 Â
- On the last day, I rose to bid goodbye to everyone as they followed their routine. Mass in Swahili. A fond farewell to the 3 lovely nuns. Brother and Mary looked after the animals and the kids lined up for porridge as always. Agatha in the kitchen. The priests who came down to bid us aideu. The tailor and his ever smiling, energetic little boy. In just a couple of weeks I felt I got to know them. Their habits, their personalities, their smiles. I will always be grateful for this time that I got to spend with them. I will always look back on this experience and smile. As we drove to the airport, the now-familiar sights of the city filled me with a bit of melancholy. I know that one day, I will be back.ÂOn the last day, I rose to bid goodbye to everyone as they followed their routine. Mass in Swahili. A fond farewell to the 3 lovely nuns. Brother and Mary looked after the animals and the kids lined up for porridge as always.Agatha in the kitchen. The priests who came down to bid us aideu. The tailor and his ever smiling, energetic little boy.In just a couple of weeks I felt I got to know them. Their habits, their personalities, their smiles.I will always be grateful for this time that I got to spend with them. I will always look back on this experience and smile.As we drove to the airport, the now-familiar sights of the city filled me with a bit of melancholy. I know that one day, I will be back.Â
Mass, Market, Match
Phew … what a day! 2 masses, all because I promised the Swahili choir that I would come to hear them. The other mass was with smaller kids in a different boarding school. I was in awe. Both times. The choir was as uplifting as I expected them to be after hearing them practice. A short drive later and we were at the boarding school for primary kids. Clean, happy kids awaited father as we joined them for mass. The choir director was a young girl who took her job very seriously. I was seated behind the percussionsts who took turns beating on a homemade drum, swiveling it around ever so often just so that everyone got equal opportunity to belt out a rhythm. I so regret not shooting them, but it just didn’t seem appropriate. The little kids sang with gusto that’s difficult to find in other places. And I must say, I was impressed with their perfect responses to “what happened last week”. Father rightly so awarded them with a teeny-weeny tip for getting it right. We also met a little guy who walked in late, sat apart, and left as soon as mass was over. I would have loved to get to know his story, but from the way he was treated, he needed the space. I really hope he gets over his trauma. It broke my heart to watch a 4 year old so wary of affection.  After mass we talked with the kids, but they were too tiny to understand what we were talking about, so we switched tactics and went for photos instead. They LOVED it. I remember shooting then joining them and all of a sudden I felt 20 hands in my hair. It was so astonishing. They danced and sang and posed and fawned over us. It was so good to see the well behaved children break out from their shy molds and become the happy, energetic bunch they are! Breakfast was beautiful and too much for four. So glad Father didn’t let the nuns know we were coming. They prepared enough for 1 person. LOL. A final goodbye and we were off to the school. Time for my talk. I had the same questions asked by so many kids, so I decided to have one big session to talk about everything IT. Career options, Skills, et-al. Some slept through it. Some took copious amounts of notes. I’ll count it as a win 🙂 Good deed done, Father suggested i accompany him to a shop nearby. Although I was supposed to go meet Father Tasilo, I thought we’d be back soon and headed out with Father Filbert. At a crossroad Father F decided he’s heading left and taking us to the beach. I’m glad he did. It was a chance to see the other side of Dar es Salam. New mansions, embassies, affluence. TIL that the Maori LOVE the beach. It was great to see them walking the beach in their traditional wear.  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_163654.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_164634.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_165751.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_170108.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_170447.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_170829.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_171123.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_171233.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172142.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172516.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172854.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172940.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_173127.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_174358.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_174525.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175145.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175241.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175321.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175412.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_181457.mp4  A walk around the beautiful beach, the cove and a chance to see how differently people used the beach as compared to Europeans. I love such glimpses into culture. There were very few bathing suits. More people walking on the sand than there were in the water. Happy kids screeching with delight. Vendors hawking their goods. People posing for photos. So much life. So much respect for each other’s boundaries. Beach to shop it was… a chance for me to fall in love with a mask. ÂMass, Market, Match
Phew … what a day! 2 masses, all because I promised the Swahili choir that I would come to hear them. The other mass was with smaller kids in a different boarding school. I was in awe. Both times. The choir was as uplifting as I expected them to be after hearing them practice. A short drive later and we were at the boarding school for primary kids. Clean, happy kids awaited father as we joined them for mass. The choir director was a young girl who took her job very seriously. I was seated behind the percussionsts who took turns beating on a homemade drum, swiveling it around ever so often just so that everyone got equal opportunity to belt out a rhythm. I so regret not shooting them, but it just didn’t seem appropriate. The little kids sang with gusto that’s difficult to find in other places. And I must say, I was impressed with their perfect responses to “what happened last week”. Father rightly so awarded them with a teeny-weeny tip for getting it right. We also met a little guy who walked in late, sat apart, and left as soon as mass was over. I would have loved to get to know his story, but from the way he was treated, he needed the space. I really hope he gets over his trauma. It broke my heart to watch a 4 year old so wary of affection.  After mass we talked with the kids, but they were too tiny to understand what we were talking about, so we switched tactics and went for photos instead. They LOVED it. I remember shooting then joining them and all of a sudden I felt 20 hands in my hair. It was so astonishing. They danced and sang and posed and fawned over us. It was so good to see the well behaved children break out from their shy molds and become the happy, energetic bunch they are! Breakfast was beautiful and too much for four. So glad Father didn’t let the nuns know we were coming. They prepared enough for 1 person. LOL. A final goodbye and we were off to the school. Time for my talk. I had the same questions asked by so many kids, so I decided to have one big session to talk about everything IT. Career options, Skills, et-al. Some slept through it. Some took copious amounts of notes. I’ll count it as a win 🙂 Good deed done, Father suggested i accompany him to a shop nearby. Although I was supposed to go meet Father Tasilo, I thought we’d be back soon and headed out with Father Filbert. At a crossroad Father F decided he’s heading left and taking us to the beach. I’m glad he did. It was a chance to see the other side of Dar es Salam. New mansions, embassies, affluence. TIL that the Maori LOVE the beach. It was great to see them walking the beach in their traditional wear.  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_163654.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_164634.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_165751.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_170108.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_170447.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_170829.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_171123.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_171233.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172142.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172516.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172854.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_172940.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_173127.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_174358.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_174525.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175145.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175241.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175321.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_175412.mp4  https://lucille.galleli.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/20230813_181457.mp4  A walk around the beautiful beach, the cove and a chance to see how differently people used the beach as compared to Europeans. I love such glimpses into culture. There were very few bathing suits. More people walking on the sand than there were in the water. Happy kids screeching with delight. Vendors hawking their goods. People posing for photos. So much life. So much respect for each other’s boundaries. Beach to shop it was… a chance for me to fall in love with a mask. Â