PolandMountain

“I, uh, I h-have things to do.” [fidgets with the Ring behind his back. Whispers] “I’ve put this off for far too long.”

“I regret to announce — this is The End. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell.”

[whispers to everyone]

“Goodbye.”

So begins one of my adventures! Off to Poland, the land of wonderous ancient history, beautiful countryside, and Catholic Heritage! I will be leaving from Boston Airport Monday Evening, and will be arriving back in time for the Theatrical Release of The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. A total of ten days, (May 5th - May 15th.) I am entrusting the running of this blog to both the most (mostly…has a couple not so illustrated areas ;) ) Illustrious Marceg and to the fair (or is it fear her? ;) ) Miss Angela Rose. Which means that there may be a delay in posts, comments, and the like. I’ll be glad to strike a bargain with all ofFaustina you: Remember me in your prayers, and I’ll remember you in mine! :D We have plans for visting several of the shrines while we are visting Poland; namely Maximilian Kolbe’s City of the Immaculate, the Shrine of Divine Mercy, and Our Lady of Chestahowa. So I’ll offer some special prayers for your intentions. I’ll be bringing my Camcorder and a digital camera, so I will be sure to take some photos of the shrines and such for a special ‘Summary’ post when I return.

The reason for my departure? A certain Priest friend of my family, a Fr. Leon Kachel, has a grand-nephew who is being ordained a priest next week. Fr. Kachel’s eyesight is failing him (Keep him in your prayers,) and so he asked my father to go along as sort of a guide.  (No, not like Smeagol…) lol My mom thought it would be a great experience for me to go; so there I am! En route to Poland with a little pocket dictionary. (Debating on whether or not to bring that Frodo Lives pin… ;) )  But I picked up an adapter so I can recharge my batteries, since I plan on taking some pics and videos of the shrines and locations.

Frodolives

‘It’s a dangerous business Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.’”