The last time I needed my passport, it was for a trip to Canada. As an American, I don’t know if going to Canada counts as going ‘foreign’, but there I was with Canadian currency, poutine and Tim Horton. I was there traveling with a youth choir from Georgia (state, not country), and the choir got an opportunity to sing in Notre-Dame Basilica in Montreal. What particularly struck me in this the cathedral was the unique use of color to beautify the alter. There was a tone of blue behind the choir as they sang:
The music was rapturous – it couldn’t be anything but when sung in a space like this.
Many, many moons and two children ago, I traveled to Italy on a singing tour. (This time I was one of the singers.) I especially like two pics that I took there, and I’m going to go all rouge and post them, too.
Funny thing about that last picture – it was taken directly after a lunch where I was seated next to man who hailed from Reading, PA, the town I was born in. Isn’t that always the way? Travel a few thousand miles in a straight line and somehow you end up back at home, although across the globe.