{"id":13485,"date":"2022-10-11T00:22:21","date_gmt":"2022-10-11T00:22:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/georgiawasp.com\/?p=13485"},"modified":"2024-01-10T22:10:59","modified_gmt":"2024-01-10T22:10:59","slug":"some-highlights-way-of-st-francis-2022","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/georgiawasp.com\/?p=13485","title":{"rendered":"Some highlights \u2013 Way of St. Francis 2022"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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A typical switchback, cut-back, whatever, of which there were plenty <\/strong>on \u201cThe Way\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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October 11, 2022 – As noted in the last post (One week away from a \u201cRoman Holiday\u201d<\/a>)<\/em>, I flew over to Rome last August 27, a Saturday. I arrived on the morning of August 28, and on Tuesday, August 30, took a train up to\u00a0Assisi<\/a>\u00a0and met up with my brother and his wife. On Thursday, September 1, the three of us started hiking\u00a0back\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>to Rome, via the\u00a0Way of St Francis<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But not before I got a &^%#$ <\/strong><\/em>ticket \u2013 costing 30 Euros \u2013 for not validating my bus pass, in<\/em><\/strong> Assisi, down by the train station. It happened on the ride back from visiting the Basilica of San Francis<\/a>, at right, on the 31st, but it wasn\u2019t my fault. Two knuckleheads in front of me had trouble making change (or whatever)<\/em>. A long line started forming behind me, so the driver told us \u2013 starting with me \u2013 to \u201cgo to the back of the bus.\u201d That\u2019s where, supposedly, there was another machine to validate your bus ticket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For whatever reason I didn\u2019t validate the pass, possibly because I didn\u2019t see any such machine. So, when we got back to the train station in Assisi \u2013 a short walk from our lodging \u2013 an officious-looking official magically appeared and announced the aforementioned fine for failure to validate. I protested long, hard and loud \u2013 \u201cbut the driver told<\/strong><\/em> me to go to the back of the bus!\u201d \u2013 but to no avail. It was all, \u201cNo comprendo,\u201d or however they say it in Italy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a good start to what was supposed to be a pilgrimage<\/a> to enlightenment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this post is supposed to be about some high<\/strong><\/em>lights of the trip, so I\u2019ll move on. Which is another way of saying that now that the project is over, it\u2019s time to start the post-mortems<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For starters, the original proposed<\/strong><\/em> route was 154 miles, from Assisi to Rome. Specifically back to St. Peter\u2019s Basilica<\/a> in Vatican City, in Rome. But after our night spent in Piediluco on September 7, one of our party developed a temporary (GI)<\/em> health problem. Aside from that, the weather forecast for September 8 was for really<\/strong><\/em> heavy rains. So instead of hiking that day we had to take a bus back to Trevi, then a train to Rieti \u2013 our destination for Friday, September 9 \u2013 then take a bus back to Poggio Bustonne, our reserved lodging for September 8.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That took off the 13.5 mile hike scheduled for that day (9\/8\/22)<\/em>, which was another good reason for the bus-train-bus alternative. (Along with the really<\/strong> heavy rain.) <\/em>The net result was to round down our total miles hiked from 154 to 140 miles. Which we did in 18 days, from September 1 to the 18th. But we took days off from hiking on September 4, September 10, and September 15. Of course we didn\u2019t hike on September 8, but that wasn\u2019t what you could call a day off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That is, the bus-train-bus travel<\/strong><\/em> day wasn\u2019t what you could call a day off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Some other observations: Much of the Way of St. Francis is like the Appalachian Trail<\/a>. Except that it\u2019s over, up, down and around the Apennine Mountains<\/a>, not the Appalachians.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like the Appalachian Trail<\/a>, there were many days with very few places to stop for refreshment during the day. It wasn\u2019t that unusual to go a whole day\u2019s hike, of 10 or 12 miles or more, without any of those stops so prevalent on the Camino Frances (French Way<\/a>)<\/em>. (On the other hand, in Italy you could still always look forward to a hot shower and a cold beer at the end of the day.)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I suppose there\u2019s a chicken-and-egg question here. The Camino Frances is big business. Lots of places to stop and refresh because there are lots of pilgrims hiking. But such a cafe would have a hard time surviving on the Way of St. Francis, because of so few <\/strong><\/em>pilgrims. One suggestion to improve things: Construct shelters every five or ten miles, with picnic tables \u2013 or one at least \u2013 so weary pilgrims could stop and at least put our feet up and our packs down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Also, my 8th grade math teacher taught us that the shortest distance between two points was a straight line. However, that rule doesn\u2019t apply to the Way of St. Francis. And that led me to wonder, \u201cWhy did St. Francis follow this \u2018<\/strong>path?<\/em>\u2018\u201d Back and forth, up and down, full of zig-zags, switchbacks and cut-backs. And why wouldn\u2019t he take the smoother route along the valley that beckoned down below? (The smooth path that the train takes from Rome up to Assisi and back.)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As best I can tell, Francis never actually hiked this one path all at once. Instead \u201cthe Way\u201d seems to be an amalgam of trips he took during his lifetime, often responding to requests from a nearby village or town, to help out in an emergency. (Including one literal \u201cwolf at the door.\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another note: Earlier this summer, before leaving for Rome, I read that Europe was having a severe drought. But we seem to have brought some<\/em><\/strong> rain with us, at least in Italy and at least along the Apennines between Assisi and Rome. Which often turned the Trail into a deadly combination of gumbo-like muck, caking around the bottom of your shoes, and slippery-slick rocks and gravel, especially treacherous hiking down one of those many switchbacks or cutbacks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which raises the question, \u201cWhat kind of fool would put himself through such an ordeal?\u201d And that\u2019s a question I found myself asking quite often on the Trail, especially during the early days of the hike. The answer I came up with? The idea on such a trek is to push beyond your limits. To ask yourself at least once a day, \u201cWhat the heck am I doing here?\u201d Or in my case, \u201cWhat sane 71-year-old would spend good money just to put himself through all this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then keep going\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the St. Francis, the hiking is often rugged, rocky, sticky and\/or slippery, like after a torrential rain the night before. Zig-zag, east, west, north, south, repeat, up, down, round and around. Whereas on the Camino Frances, once you get past Pamplona you\u2019re heading straight west. It\u2019s much harder to get lost, and there are a lot more friendly locals to help you get back on track.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another feature of such a pilgrimage, sleeping in a different bed pretty much every night, and having to figure out a different shower set-up every late afternoon. Which made Rome such a great place to reach: Getting to sleep in the same bed four nights in a row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then there was our one 15-hour day. There was a mix-up in addresses for our rental. One note said Ferrentillo, the other said Macenano. We passed Macenano in the dark and hiked an extra three miles to Ferrentillo, by flashlight, only to find out the rental was back in Macenano. (The closest I came to crying the whole trip.)<\/em> By that time it was 10:30 at night, and nobody relished hiking back the 90 minutes or so, in the dark. Fortunately, one of our party approached a group of three local ladies, and through some combination got us a ride back to Macenano, free of charge, by some friendly lady the other ladies had contacted. That could well be the biggest highlight of the ordeal, seeing how nice Italian people can be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Actually, there was one better<\/em><\/strong> highlight. It happened on the first day’s hike, when we reached Eremo delle Carceri<\/a>. Google Maps says it’s an hour and a half, hiking, from the Basilica of Saint Francis<\/a> where we started out. Unfortunately, the forecast for September 1, 2022, was for thunderstorms and a lot of really <\/strong><\/em>heavy rain. But we lucked out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There’s a concession stand near the entrance of this “isolated hermitage,” given to St. Francis around 1215 A.D. We three had gone around the complex, then come back for a cold drink and sandwich. That’s when the rain hit. Really <\/strong><\/em>heavy rain. We had a good spot, underneath the two-foot-or-so-wide eaves, but then all the other visitors in the area came crowding in, seeking shelter. But those pushing-and-jockeying-for-position visitors included a host of young ladies, all speaking German and all part of some field-trip group. The rain kept up for quite a while, but somehow the presence of all those jungen Frau<\/a> <\/em>– together with the challenging linguistic exercise of trying to figure out what they were talking about – made the situation enjoyable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It pretty much made me forget that  &^%#$ <\/strong><\/em>ticket costing 30 Euros back in Assisi!  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Yes, further bulletins on this pilgrimage. In other words, “stay tuned for more updates!”<\/strong><\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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I took the top photo, one of many many switchbacks we saw hiking from Arrone to Piediluco, on September 7, 2022. By the way, Piediluco is a swanky resort area, by the Lago (Lake) di Piediluco<\/a>. So the best fiscally responsible one-night rental option \u2013 at the <\/em>Hotel Miralago, Piediluco<\/a> \u2013 was one room with three beds right next to each other. They had a great breakfast buffet though!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Re: The bus-pass ticket. In hindsight I can see the logic. An unvalidated pass can be used again for a free ride. (But 30 &^%$# Euros?<\/em>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Re: \u201cPost mortem.\u201d The link is to Guide to Post-Mortem in Business<\/a>: \u201ca process that helps improve projects by identifying what did and didn\u2019t work, and changing organizational processes to incorporate lessons learned. The Project Management Book of Knowledge (PMBOK) refers to this activity as \u2018lessons learned.\u2019\u201d<\/em> Also, according to mors, mortis [f.] M \u2013 Latin is Simple Online Dictionary<\/a>, the plural form of mortem is \u201cmortes,\u201d not \u201cmortems.\u201d (I took two years of Latin in high school.)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Re: The Way of St. Francis as an \u201camalgam.\u201d See for example The Way of St. Francis: Walking 550 Kilometers Along One of the World\u2019s Greatest Pilgrimages<\/a>:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

St. Francis is said to have taken literally the scripture passage, \u201cpreach the good news to all creatures.\u201d My favorite story focuses on the historic town of Gubbio where residents were haunted by a wolf that had developed a taste for human flesh. They begged St. Francis to intervene with the fearsome creature and then were amazed when the wolf sat peacefully at his feet while the two made a bargain.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The bargain: \u201cIf the townspeople would feed him daily, the wolf would leave them alone.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe closest I came to crying\u2026\u201d Not really, though I was <\/strong>concerned.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There’s more information on Eremo delle Carceri below, underneath the standard closing blurb. (I may use this information in one of those future updates coming up about this adventure.<\/em>)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lower image is courtesy<\/em> Calvin and Hobbes Comic Strip, October 25, 1986<\/a><\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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