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Visiting Catholic TV


dsc02603 At first I didn’t have a real idea on what to do for Mass on Sunday. I got up and went downstairs just to figure out if other people would go to Mass somewhere just to tag along. I saw Steve walking around rounding up people to get on the bus for Catholic TV Mass and a tour of the studios. I signed up last-minute, so the tour to the studios was already full and therefore I didn’t have a ticket for that. Steve told me there were some last minute cancellations and I could join them if I wanted to. I was intrigued by the whole idea of “Catholic TV” and didn’t know what to think of it, so I joined them just to see what it was like.

We were greeted by Fr. Reed who invited us to join for Mass, he and Fr. Vonhögen concelebrated Mass and again I had the same feeling I had when Fr. Reed did his keynote a day earlier: it felt scripted and distant like he wasn’t being himself. Again, I don’t know Fr. Reed, but this is just the feeling I got. People who weren’t able to attend Mass didn’t miss a lot of things except for the great homily given by Fr. Roderick.

After Mass there was a tour of the studios and I couldn’t stop thinking how great it would be to have something like this in Europe. Something like Catholic Eurovision, maybe we can call it Vatican TV or so. I’m sure it’s possible to set something like this up over here as well: making sure it’s privately funded to avoid all kinds of politics involved in the programming schedule. I think most bishops would back up an idea like this, when it’s clear it won’t cost them any money.

After the tour of the studios we got a light lunch involving donuts, muffins and other unhealthy stuff. They did offer a fruit salad, but they mixed the fruits so I couldn’t eat it as I’m allergic to some kinds of strawberries. We got a goodie bag with a Catholic TV travelling mug, a comb (really!), 3D glasses (the cheap ones) and some magazine. I kept the travelling mug, hoping it would fit in my expanding suitcase.

When we got back at the hotel I could get my suitcase, because we checked out before we left for Mass. I wasn’t sure what to do: going back to Cambridge, drop off the bag and go to the Tweetup or go directly to the Tweetup. Since we were running out of time and I bumped into Fr. Roderick and Cliff Ravenscraft in the lobby we ended up getting a cab and the gentlemen thought it would be nice if I would sit next to the driver. I took the opportunity to pay for the ride, since everybody has been paying for all kinds of stuff for me me already. I felt grateful to be able to return the favour in a small way.

The Tweetup was great, the beer at John Harvard’s Brew House was great, too. I will never say again that American beer is horrible. Microbrews can be great, like the ones I got over there. After the Tweetup was over we went home to get Stephanie, who ended up caming out at Alewife station because of construction works at the Red Line and Stephanie’s luggage at Jeff and Zina’s. Somehow Matthew Warner showed up as well, he also was heading to the airport and Jeff gave both a ride to Logan.

Zina, the kids and I stayed at home and I took the opportunity to decompress. I usually get pretty worn out when I meet a lot of people in a short time. Being in a crowd costs me a lot of energy. But I didn’t mind. The Tweetup was great!

Because there was confusion at my side which plane to Amsterdam I would take and the realisation that  I would be on the same plane with Fr. Roderick, which was on Tuesday, not Monday made me quickly reschedule all kinds of things.

Tired, but satisfied I went to bed, knowing I had a whole day to decompress, see a bit of the city of Boston without the pressure of having to wait out on the airport to see if I could make it on a flight: according to the sold tickets and the stand-by list (2 people, with me being first) I probably would make it on the first flight I was listed for.

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Catholic New Media: It’s a Celebration


dsc02561 I don’t think it is possible to wrap the whole day in one single blog post. Too much good stuff during the keynotes and the break-out sessions and lots of food for thought. I think I need to ruminate for a while on everything before being able to write about it. Instead, I want to summarize the days as it happened outside those sessions: the get-together of all these great people.

The folks at SQPN always stress that this event is not a conference, but a celebration. And boy, did we share in the joy of faith. We were brought to the Archdiocese’s Pastoral Center in Braintree, MA, which is about 10 miles south of Boston. It’s a very new accommodation given to the archdiocese by a local benefactor after they had to sell most of their possessions after the whole abuse scandal ten years ago. It is very modern, has all facilities and very fast internet. I was surprised to see lots of people watching the ustream feed that was being broadcast from the same connection and it didn’t glitch. The bandwidth must have been over a gigabyte per second.

After we arrived at the centre, we got breakfast and coffee before moving over to the big room for the opening session. I will discuss the other sessions in upcoming blogposts and only get to the opening and closing session here. I loved the session with Mac Barron. For me it was immediately clear that he was doing a spoof on an Apple Keynote. He talked and moved like Steve Jobs, he even wore a similar sweater. It was too funny to hear afterwards that a lot of people didn’t get it, especially given the amount of Apple gadgets at the celebration. I think I counted more iPads in the room then there would be in any given Apple Store. And then the Macbooks and iPhones… It was too funny!

For me, the opening session was also an opportunity to upload stuff online, because my internet connection at the hotel wasn’t working. I had to sign up for internet at the desk, then I had to give my credit card details and if I would be a member of the special program, then it would be for free. I don’t have a credit card, so therefore I couldn’t access free WiFi. Am I the only person who thinks this is moronic? But anyway: I did have internet at the pastoral center and tried to update my social networks, while listening to keynotes while making notes myself. I can imagine that if you are following me through various social networks, that the updates from me from the events were sparse. I’m sorry I cannot multi-task like that, even though I’m female. But I don’t think anybody minded it.

After the hilarious opening by Mac Barron it was time for an introduction by Scott Landry which gave me goosebumps. His story about how the Archdiocese got the Pastoral Center and how they got help after the disastrous financial situation after the abuse scandal was very touching. He was very real, his emotions were real.  After that it was time for the first keynote by Fr. Reed from Catholic TV. I will discuss the contents of this session in a seperate blog posts, just like the contents of all the other sessions, because putting everything in one post wouldn’t give them the credit they deserve.

In between sessions there was time to get coffee, eat a bit, connect with people. I don’t know to who I talked, there were so many people I wanted to talk to, but there was so little time, I felt overwhelmed by everything. I hope in the future the CNMC will be more then one day, so I have a chance to genuinely talk to people and hear about what they do in New Media. I talked briefly to Denyse and Deborah, which I saw in person for the first time but I could not do quality time. I’m still a bit frustrated over that.

I also would have loved to make more audio recordings, but everything went by so fast: there simply wasn’t the time to do interviews. I think I got more out of it compared to last year when everything was so very new to me, so perhaps I won’t have this feeling of being overwhelmed as strongly as this year. What I will remember of all the interactions I had was the passion and joy everyone was radiating, you could clearly see that the Holy Spirit was working in overdrive.

The closing talk was by Cardinal Sean Patrick O’Malley. He encouraged us to continue and keep up the good work. But you could tell he didn’t really know who we were and what we are doing.  That’s also what he said: before hosting the CNMC, he didn’t know what SQPN was and what we did. He talked about a Catholic radio station and a newspaper they started, which are of course not New Media, but “Old Media”. He explained how he got into blogging and shared his experiences in New Media. Basically the blog was something he was supposed to do for a visit to Rome, but because of the success and the fact they got 3.5 million hits in the first week, there was no way he could stop blogging.

I found it hard to connect to both Fr. Reed and Cardinal O’Malley. I think the reason is that both are not really connected to New Media. Fr. Reed does ‘Old Media’ with Catholic TV and seems to treat New Media as the internet variant of Old Media (which it isn’t) and Cardinal O’Malley’s talk was about the Catholic Newspaper and the Catholic Radio they used before. If he thinks that’s about the same as we do in New Media, then he clearly doesn’t “get” New Media. New Media is not a digital form of a newspaper and Catholic Internetradio. Both would be only broadcasting stuff, not interacting with the listeners/viewers. It shows that we need to reach out more to these kinds of people. When we teach them, when they ‘get’ New Media, it will be a great way to push things forward. That in itself is for me a great motivator to try to show bishops and other key figures what we can do on the internet and maybe get some funding or backup that way. I hope that the speakers who weren’t really into New Media yet also caught a glimpse from the joy and passion that was radiated in the corridors, I hope we were able to impress them and set them on fire as well.

We need to be ambitious and not accept mediocre results, neither should we strive for mediocre goals because we think we never can reach the ambitious ones. We shouldn’t think in terms of what is not possible, we should think of what is possible and aim for the highest goals, just like St. Paul said in the first letter to the Corinthians, chapter 9, verse 24-27 (NIV translation):

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.

I think that’s the attitude we need to have when it comes to New Media.

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The Day I Went To Hahvahd


Zina & Me It didn’t come as a surprise that I was waking up at an extremely early time. I always do when travelling to the west. Sleeping in a household with little kids means I would have woken up early anyway so I didn’t really bother with it. I took a shower and played with the kids and dog for a bit. I love their dog, Sully, he’s great. I can tell he likes me too.

After breakfast I got the opportunity to geek out on the Liss’ iPad and totally want one, too. Unfortunately it’s not within my budget anytime soon. There are more pressing matters to address, like buying a couch. We were discussing what to do in Boston before I had to leave for downtown to check in at the hotel with the Beeghley family. We decided on doing the Unofficial Harvard Tour. If you ever want to do a tour of the Harvard University Campus, this one is highly recommended. The tourguides are Harvard students and they have a funny story to share. Because I did this tour, I can now officially say I went to Harvard.

There were a number of times I had to smile during the tour. It’s so funny to notice how much the perception of ‘old’ differs from the European perspective. Harvard is one of the oldest universities in the country, they said, being founded in 16 something. Most Dutch universities are at least a century older. I think Leiden University is from 1575 or thereabouts, my university is even older then Harvard: it was founded in 1609. But then again, when I look out of my window, I’m looking at a tower initially built in the 13th century.

Cambridge and Boston are old to American standards, and maybe that’s why I like them. They are pretty, they have a soul. I don’t know why, it must be the brick buildings. I think concrete and steel makes a construction very sterile. After the tour Zina, Steph and me had a burrito at a Taqueria. I never heard of them before. It’s the Spanish word for a taco shop, but they mainly sell burritos. They had great food, but I love Mexican food over everything else, so it’s not hard to please me that way.

After lunch we said goodbye to Zina who went home with the children. Stephanie and I went for a ride on the subway (red line) to Park Street, which would be close to the Omni Parker Hotel where I would stay the next two nights. The hotel would also be the place for the Meet & Greet later that evening. After I settled in my hotel room I was debating whether to go outside to take another tour or to wind down and decompress a bit more. Usually a Meet & Greet is pretty intense, so I decided to stay in my room, have a shower and hang out in the lobby for a bit to see if other people would show up.

This merged into going up to the Mezzanine level of the hotel for the actual Meet and Greet. First thing I had to do after entering the room was giving Fr. Roderick the whole story of my epic journey getting into the United States. It was the first (and only) chance to tell everything in Dutch.  Later Captain Jeff dragged me to the table where Fr. Roderick was recording something and I had to sit down to tell my story again in English.

The Meet and Greet was very different for me compared to last year. I’m a shy and modest person and I’m not really comfortable in big crowds, but this was like a family reunion. Lots of people I met a year ago were here again and we hugged a lot. I start to get used to the American hugging thing already. I don’t mind it that much any more. The whole event touched my heart very much because it showed the essence of the CNMC: it’s a celebration most of all. It’s like being member of this big Catholic family and being loved for who you are no matter what. The joy and love was so omnipresent that evening that I got all teary-eyed towards the end of the event. I stayed a bit longer to help out with cleaning up and dragging a very heavy box to Pat Gohn’s car in a nearby car park. When we returned to the hotel, we ran into Fr. Roderick, Dr. Paul and a couple of other people who were going out for dinner. I realised it was past nine and the last thing I ate was the burrito for lunch. I was starving!

We ended up eating at a Irish Restaurant/Pub near the hotel, I think it was Emmets Irish Pub, but I’m not sure. I do know I had a GREAT stuffed chicken breast. It had cranberry in it and it was served with mashed potatoes. The beer in Boston was great too! I really do like Sam Adams beer! Before going to Boston I thought Budweiser when thinking of American beer, and thought also that was a horrible concoction. Sam Adams is almost as good as the Belgian ales I drink at home! I didn’t get the chance to pay for my dinner, because someone else paid for everyone. It’s so humbling to see the generosity and love of people for people they’ve never met before.

It was very late when I got back to my hotel room, past midnight. And now I have to prepare for bed and get up early for the CNMC. The buses leave at the front of the hotel at 7:30am already!

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Waiting For A Miracle


Schiphol Today it’s August 5 at the end of an extremely long day. I should be exhausted but oddly enough I’m full of energy. It’s running towards midnight and despite the lack of sleep during the past few days I’m wide awake. It must be the adrenaline rush. Let me describe what happened today. What happened today was nothing short of a miracle. I am currently in the United States, sitting at my bed in Zina’s house in Cambridge, MA.

Yesterday I left with the note I had to get up at 6:00am to be at the airport at 7:00am. I almost missed the train, but I got on in time anyway. I did not forget to check myself out this time, but had troubles checking myself in for the 11:15am flight at the kiosk. It turned out I wasn’t listed for the flight. The flight attendant at the desk got me listed and checked in and said it looked good with the current figures. That wouldn’t be hard, because if the plane leaves at 11:15, most people will check in after 8:00am and I was an hour earlier. I knew that there were only business class tickets for sale online, which meant to me that coach was full and with 10 people standing by, this wasn’t a great sign. This was confirmed by the flight attendant at the gate when I handed over my boarding pass. She thought there would be one or two seats available and with 10 people on standby my chances as a low-priority stand-by passenger were next to 0%. I wasn’t surprised to find out that I wasn’t on the flight. I watched the plane being pushed off the gate and walked to the next gate. Nobody was there yet. I had a very expensive coffee and a sandwich and bought a bottle of water.

The afternoon flight would be my last chance, but things weren’t necessarily better compared to the morning. When boarding started other stand-by passengers were being called, but not me. I felt very sad when I saw the last people in line board and the flight attendants wrapping things up by printing out passenger lists. I packed my things and said a final prayer when I heard my name being called: a flight attendant was walking towards me with a couple of boarding passes. I had a seat, but still had to go through security at the gate. The security officer said I had a business class seat and I was genuinely surprised to hear that. He wasn’t being difficult and because I went through the drill the day before I knew what to say. He wished me a great stay in the US and I walked towards the jetway in a daze.

It is such a weird experience to be blessed like this after totally having given up. The only reason I was still sitting at that gate was because of the support messages that were sent to me over Facebook and Twitter. I was doing it for them, not so much for myself.

The flight was uneventful, I dozed for most of the flight in my inclined chair still having the idea I was dreaming, that it wasn’t real. Come on: getting on a flight that had a very low chance of empty chairs and then being awarded a business class seat on top of that. I had asked for a travel blessing before I left, and it most certainly worked. That and the fact that St. Joseph of Cupertino must like me. He saved me from an impossible situation before and now he did it again.

The final approach to Logan International Airport went a bit different then most of us hoped for: after announcing the final descent into Boston, we were put in a holding pattern because the Boston airport was closed due to bad weather. We could not stay there because we were running low on fuel. Therefore the captain announced we would be diverted to Hartford, CT which was another 30 minutes away. We would refuel there and wait for the weather to improve and fly back. I was amazed how fast we could land at Logan Airport given the fact the whole landing schedule was messed up. But it didn’t end there. We were taxiing to the gate and when we stopped, the jetway operator had the greatest trouble connecting the thing. After that we were led into a corridor with all doors closed. It took a while for a flight attendant could open it, and of course all alarms went off doing so. What started as a landing 30 minutes early turned out to be a landing 2.5 hours late. Going through customs was easy compared to Atlanta last year and when I got out of the International Arrivals Terminal to wait at the curb for Jeff to show up he was already driving there. I could hop in the car and go to Cambridge for dinner.

Originally I had scheduled to have dinner with Denyse and Deborah, but because of all the delays I didn’t make it to dinner. The pizza dinner at the Liss family was great too. After dinner we hung out in the living room for a bit and I unpacked my stuff. Today was a great adventure, and looking back on everything it was great. Hopefully the journey back home will be as uneventful as possible because going to Europe is wearing me out more then going to the US, jet-lag wise. It’s too weird I can estimate how late it is without watching a clock and be correct most of the times while coming from a time zone where it is six hours later then here. Hoping it stays this way and that I won’t wake up at some crazy early time.

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Travel Day


Leiden Today was THE day. It’s finally August 4th, 2010, a day I’ve been looking forward to because I would travel back to the United States again to meet old and new friends at the CNMC hosted by the Archdiocese of Boston and an initiative of SQPN, the Star Quest Production Network. I didn’t sleep in the night leading to the big travel day because of stress. I’m usually not so much stressed out by travelling itself, but by the uncertainties that come with travelling on stand-by. For those not familiar with this way of travelling, I will explain it before describing my day.

When you travel on standby you can travel for free or for a very low fee (usually you only pay for taxes). You can only get a ticket for this if you are related to or friends with an airline employee. The ticket is called a ‘buddy pass’. The advantage is that you can travel for low prices, the disadvantage is that you don’t have a confirmed seat on the plane. You can only go when there are empty seats left after all regular passengers got on the plane. This means that when it’s very busy, you won’t be able to travel at all. Also, being a buddy gives you the lowest priority possible. Employees who work for the airline have a higher priority and will be seated before you.

I heard from Fr. Roderick, who initially tried to travel on stand-by on Sunday that there were an insane number of standby passengers for only a few seats: 90 people standing by, only 20 seats available. And this situation was going on for weeks already. It would be very hard, maybe impossible for me to travel into the United States on a buddy pass. He bought a ticket to get there, that’s an option I simply do not have.

Getting up at 4am to get the 5am train, I hoped the best for it. I checked in at 7:30am and had to wait until 11:15am to know if I was on the flight or not. While waiting at the gate, I discovered to my great horror that I had forgotten to check myself out for the train. If you don’t check out, it means you will charged the maximum amount of money for a ticket since they assume you travelled by train for the rest of the day. I could not get back to the trains because that would force me to leave the gate. If I would leave and my name would be called and not show up, my seat would go to another person. The fact I didn’t get on the 11:15am flight on Wednesday was a relief, because I could rush back to the train station, check out, have some lunch and go to the next gate for my next try.

Boarding would start at 12:15pm and things were looking bad. 20 people standing by, only 4 seats available. I saw online that they were selling business class tickets only and heard people who weren’t expected to show up showing up anyway. So the flight left without me and without any other standby passengers, because it was completely full. I had spent most of the day on Schiphol Airport with no results and had to decide what to do. If I would go back to Groningen, that would mean a three hour trip, get some food, sleep, get up at 4am again for another three hour trip back and hope for more luck on Thursday. I was already tired for not being able to sleep, the stress would only make it worse so therefore I decided to stay the night with friends near Amsterdam, who live only 15 minutes by train from Schiphol.

I decided to make the best of it, tried to enjoy Leiden anyway, despite the fact I visited it the Saturday before. After dinner I went over to my friends, had a nice chat and went to bed early because I had to get up at 6am to get on the 6:43am train which would arrive at 7am at Schiphol Airport.
To be completely honest I didn’t believe for one second I would make it today on the plane, because of the situation. The flight attendant at the gate said that tomorrow doesn’t look necessarily better than today. Lots of people standing by, very full flight. I will go to the airport and try, just because of my friends over in the United States who are praying for me and my flight situation and who would love to see me on Friday. But in my mind I already have given up on the idea I will walk around in Boston this weekend.

There is something however, that gives me also the feeling this is a test to have faith. If God really wants me to go there, I will go there. I just try tomorrow to see if I have any luck not because I believe in it, but to allow for a miracle to happen. If it works, I will have a great story to tell afterwards. :)

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Two Days Or One Day To Go…


luggage-1The bags are packed, the presents have been bought, time to wind down, clean the apartment a bit – take the trash out! – and then I’ll be off on another great adventure. The fact I’m travelling on stand-by makes this trip more adventurous then it normally would be. I don’t even know if I ever get on a plane to start with.

The question is: how many seats will there be available and how many people are on the standby list? I checked the airline’s site and things aren’t looking particularly good. There are two direct flights into Boston every day and both the afternoon flight on Wednesday and the morning flight on Thursday show business class seats as the only ones available. I also contacted a friend who lives near Schiphol to stay over if I don’t succeed on Wednesday. I can stay the night there and try again the next morning.

There are a number of ways to increase your chances when flying stand-by. The most important one is taking carry-on luggage only. Actually that was the fact that saved me last year when I arrived at the check-in desks last-minute. I could try at the gate just because I only had one bag. The second thing is checking in as early as possible. The airline I fly with doesn’t have it’s own check-in desks anymore and as far as I know it’s a “first come, first serve” system. So I need to make sure that I show up at 8.15 sharp to be able to get on the 11.15 flight. They require intercontinental passengers to check in three hours in advance. Then, never leave the gate. If you miss your call, they will call someone else. When it takes a long time, it won’t hurt to check if you’re on the list. Sometimes things are so hectic ground crew could overlook you.
The last thing you can do if you are bumped from the flight is ask for other options immediately. In my case: if I cannot get on a direct flight into Boston, are there one-stop options left? For example via Detroit Wayne County, New York (JFK) or even Paris (Charles de Gaulle).

If you’re a Catholic there’s a bonus option left: pray very hard and ask St. Joseph of Cupertino to say a good word for you. With things not looking particularly bright, I might just do that.

Did you ever travel stand-by? Do you have the impression that it gets harder to get on a flight compared to previous years? Do you have additional tips to increase one’s odds when flying stand-by?

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Three Days To Go, Or Is It Two?


Coffee & SplashToday was a weird day, because I synced back to the CEST time zone without wanting to. I had to get up very early on Saturday to go to Leyden and got in pretty early because Paul wore me out by walking around town all day. On Sunday I had to go to church earlier to be a coffee lady and today I woke up at 9am all by myself. Drat…

After Mass I spent most of the afternoon frantically arranging stuff for my trip to the United States. Most of my SQPN friends know Fr. Roderick and probably heard he could not get on the flight he wanted to take into Philadelphia because there were more people on stand-by then there were seats available. Captain Jeff was afraid this could happen to me as well so he advised me to travel one day early on Wednesday. I’m trying the first flight that leaves at 11:15am, which means I have to check in from 8:15am. That means I have to take the train from Groningen Central Station that leaves at 5:04am. I am SO happy I’m living close to the railway station this time!

This means I only have Tuesday left to get things sorted out. One of the things I still need to get is a rain cape. I looked at the weather forecast and things aren’t looking good. I also hope to get the last things I need for some friends. And my mom is coming over, too AND I need to be in bed around 8PM in order to survive Wednesday…

How do you prepare for a long trip? Are you able to sleep on planes? Does anybody have any tips for people who are 6 foot tall to sleep on the plane?

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Four Days And Counting


blueberrypancakesToday was exhausting. I got up a bit earlier to spoil myself by baking blueberry pancakes with fresh blueberries. Then I had to go to church, not to attend Mass (I attended Vigil Mass yesterday), but to be on coffee duty and play kitchen cop. I had to do the latter because the dishwasher is broken in the cathedral’s kitchen. We use plastic cups for coffee for the time being, but there are always these people who help themselves in the cupboards and get coffee in ceramic cups anyway. And who has to do the dishes? Yes, me. So I positioned myself in the kitchen shooing everybody who got near the cupboards with the ceramic cups.

I spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out what to bring to the United States and by cleaning up a bit. I gave in to my resolution not to overdo it by not making a checklist. First because I don’t have to bring anything fancy besides my equipment and second because I don’t have that many clothes that I have to choose what to bring and what to leave at home.

While talking to my brother it occurred to me that I completely forgot about OTHER things… like making a photocopy of my travel insurance papers, my passport and bringing my e-ticket and ESTA form. Basically I end up bringing all my equipment, most of my summer clothes, some books and paperwork to the US. And yet I have the nagging feeling I forgot something… AAAGH!

I was about done with that when I heard that Fr. Roderick returned home: like me he is flying stand-by, but there weren’t empty seats left: too many people travelling standby. It was like someone pushed the panic button: I was already starting to stress out over my flight although I’m leaving on a week day instead of the weekend, I have another destination and since it never occurred before this incident was probably a fluke. Plus I got a travel blessing yesterday, so what can possibly go wrong? I have to admit I will ask some prayers of St. Joseph of Cupertino to be even safer. Most people will ask St. Christopher, but I have a special relation with St. Joseph of Cupertino. He was involved in a small miracle before, so it will never hurt to ask him for help.

What do you bring for travels? And what is your preferred way of spending your time in transit? Who is your favourite saint for asking intercession when it comes to travels?

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038 Visiting Leyden


038In this episode we’re doing some sound-seeing in Leyden and we look into the question why Protestants have fewer books in their Bibles then Catholics.

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CNMC 2010: Five Days To Go


Roller Coaster ClogsOn Friday I did the last shopping for next Thursday, the day when I leave for the United States. I really think I’m all set now. The upcoming days will be busy enough, therefore I’m glad I’m done. Today, like I explained yesterday, I’m visiting a friend who lives in the beautiful Dutch town of Leyden. It is a tourist destination for many Americans. Besides visiting my friend Paul, it’s also a great way to test out my stuff before taking off. When checking my train schedule I already noticed something I need to take into account when leaving for Schiphol next Thursday: construction work at the railroad tracks. For some reason the overhead lines were damaged over a distance of two miles in the tunnel that leads to Schiphol Airport. They need to be repaired, so out of four tracks, only one is open. This means a lot of trains are delayed, not going at all or taking a detour. The pain is that the only way to get to Schiphol Airport by train is using that tunnel. Since I don’t want to repeat the stress of almost missing my plane last year I think I take an earlier train to get to Schiphol. If there’s a delay, I hope to be there before 11:00 AM anyway.

Normally I travel to Leyden via Schiphol, but this is one of the cancelled trains, so I have to transfer in Utrecht Central Station, the nation’s train hub. I don’t know what my friend has planned for me, but I hope to be able to record a soundseeing tour for my podcast and snap some pictures and videos to post to my feed. This way I’m able to check if things are working like they should.

On Sunday I’m listed for coffee duty again, on Monday and Tuesday I need to study all day and on Wednesday I’m listed to be a church warden. My mom comes over after I get back from the cathedral, then I need to pack for Boston and hopefully everything will go smoothly on Thursday morning. There’s already one plus: I don’t have to get up at 3:30 AM to walk an hour to the railway station (because the first buses only start their schedule at six): I moved closer to the station, which means I should be able to walk there with luggage in 25 minutes (I am walking very slowly then).

I’m getting more and more excited already!!

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