The bad news is that the blocks around our B&B are blacked out so we have to hang out elsewhere this evening till they get that fixed. That also means we haven't had a chance to download the cameras/upload new pictures. The good news is that I'm finally writing out postcards. You'll get them next week probably.
Today we went to the Palace. It was cool enough. The Reformation once again got some fist shakes from the Kinards when we lamented the state of Holyrood Abbey. I've developed a theory that the Reformation could not have happend without a profound shift in attitudes toward death and the afterlife. Otherwise, the Reformers would not have desecrated so many graves and ceased praying for the dead. It's pathetic to see graves that were meant to be prayed over for perpetuity, sitting in puddles of rain or bird poo. If the Reformers were Catholic, I would give them some Catholic guilt at this point. "Would you do that to your grandmother?!"
We refrained from spitting at John Knox's house out of Christian charity. Instead we had tea in a quiet tea room. Tea here is gross, to be blunt, but we have high hopes for tea in England next week.
The highlight of today was praying at the shrine of St. Andrew. I'll say more about the shrine when we upload the pictures, because what impressed us most is easier seen than described otherwise.
We are so homesick that only the hope of Christian art and holy sites gets us going each morning now. Whenever we happen upon an icon or holy water, we're on it like flies. We hope to make Eucharist this Thursday, which should restore some balance.
Love and Peace,
Summer
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