And I am not sure what to make of it. The early morning sun came up and lightened up the olive grove that I can see from the bedroom balcony. Still sleepy, I could hear the church bells tolling away. But no one in this section of the family goes to church. I want to go, but it is quite a dangerous walk with no side walks and speeding cars; and Mr BB and daughter and Little D are heading in another direction. The car is heading to the winter-cold beach.
We all have gone to church together in the past, but that was for a christening in the church that has been part of the family for hundreds of years. Nono and Nona will be going to church this morning, but they have given up on inviting son and daughter in law.
The square in the ancient part of the town is small, but boasts three or four large churches, and each local family seems to be born into one. I gather you need the baptismal certificate to get into school, and baby carriages sport a silver Madonna to keep away the evil eye. Church has some influence, I suppose; and they are places of great pageantry for festivals.
I don't expect English speaking churches in Sant El'Pidio a Mare, but I just wonder if there is a church anywhere nearby that will draw what I see (a small portion I am sure) of this generation to church for a life of living as a follower of Christ. Not someone frightened of "not belonging," but with a faith that rocks in worship. I would love to join in somewhere this morning. Not sure what I would do if I were a year round expat. Grandparents just fit in for the time they visit their children, but can't help but wonder how Little D is going to grow up with or without a tradition of faith that is more than just a heritage in art and architecture? Longing to know a wider view of what Italy has to offer this new generation.