Cinque Terre – five villages along the Italian coast. These little towns have the charm of every Italian village we’ve seen, with the added benefit of clinging to hills and cliffs that dip down into the Mediterranean Sea.
While we came like most others for the sunshine and the
beaches, we’ve found we’re drawn to the churches.
Though we didn’t set out in this direction, churches have
become a theme for us this month. And we were delighted to find several open in
Cinque Terre. The church elders may recognize how welcome a cool place for
quiet reflection can be to tourists.
When I saw a small sign pointing the way to the Cappuccini
Church, I was intrigued. Did they serve coffee? We veered off the main drag to
go see. How far could it be?
The trail went up. And up. The path turned narrow and rough.
It curved around bends. Always up. This church was not for the faint of heart.
Instead of biking to heaven, we truly felt this might be hiking to heaven!
We walked in, closing the door tightly as the sign
requested. And then we heard it. The sound of men singing. We had stumbled into
an enclave of Capuchin monks. We sat and listened. We could not see them, but
their voices filtered into the sanctuary, spreading peace in that space.