I always laugh when people say “I hope you enjoyed your retreat!” or “your vacation!”
I do enjoy it, all of it, but my life and my travel are almost militarily disciplined and at all times retain a pilgrimage aspect. I often fast in my way, I always walk miles. This last trip to NYC was no exception.
And it was a beautiful trip.
Why, however, did I make it? Even I don’t fully know.
Maybe my goal was simply to lay eyes on the faces of my friends: Patrick, Tim, Matthew, Anthony. Maybe it was so I could go to Mass and pray at St. Vincent Ferrer, surely one of the loveliest churches in NY, if not all of creation. Maybe it was to pay my biannual visit to the Conservancy Garden in the upper NE corner of Central Park. Maybe it was to walk the streets of Manhattan (and Queens, and Brooklyn), and to leave a little of my body and blood there, and to pray for the people and places among whom I walked.
Maybe I just had to savor a taste of the East Coat autumn.
All of this was made easier by a $213 round trip ticket and the fact that, because I write for Magnificat, I’m allowed to stay at the Dominicans’ Holy Name Building on E. 65th, around the corner from St. Vincent Ferrer, for a generously small stipend (as who but the wealthy could ever afford a Manhattan hotel for a week). Read more “COAST TO COAST”