On the Rock of St. Peter in Rome

When I clambered onto the full flight from Paris to Rome, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to a fellow passenger. I closed my eyes, exhausted after twenty hours of travel. Lunch arrived and my seatmate, a mild-mannered gent, said, "I always chat during the meal—I'm Peter." My heart sank, but I gathered my remnants of energy and replied, "I'm Julie from Vancouver." I was soon enjoying ... Read Full Article