Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Day Eight: Iona!
I could write a lot about this day: the bus showed up on time. The ferry ride over was uneventful, but the building up of memories, fantastic.
Memory one: getting breakfast, in which we all went different ways and got enough food for kings and queens...hungry?
Memory two: this was a moment, in the bay where Benedictine monks were killed, where we reaffirmed out baptismal covenant at the bayside. Memorable. Then we walked quietly to the other side of the island.
Memory three: picking up a stone of forgiveness and forgetfulness and throwing it into the ocean, at the place where St. Columba came on the isle from Ireland. But we kept another stone in our pocket to remember this time on Iona.
Lunch was on our own...and delicious. A beer, a fat sandwich, and a delightful dessert.
Exploring the Abbey, taking in all the crosses, the beauty of the cloisters, the museum with even more crosses, the small chapel in the cemetery, and the remains of the nunnery. Beautiful. Memorable.
We got enough food to make a banquet back in our cottages.
Beautiful day. Crystal blue sky day.