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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The 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.
Today 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.
In 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.
On 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.