East Meets West in Rome by Patrick Henry Reardon

East Meets West in Rome

Patrick Henry Reardon on an Ecumenical Experiment

Around noon, the cab dropped Denise and me at our hotel just off the northeast corner ofthe massive piazza fronting the monument of Victor Emmanuel. I shall never forget the bitter wind in the Eternal City that winter day in 1996. Even for the feast of Stephen, this was fearsome weather, worse than I had ever known in Rome during the winters I lived there in years gone by.

Denise was very tired, and understandably so, after a sleepless night during the transatlantic flight, preceded by a weary Christmas afternoon spent in the airports of Pittsburgh and Philadelphia. Indeed, we had missed that previous night’s sleep as well, bec . . .