Roman Holiday

Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye-
(So priketh hem Nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
-Canterbury Tales

We, and 44,996 other pilgrims, are off to have Mass with the No. 1 terrorist target in the world in the capitol of the Great Satan. While in the capitol of the Great Satan we're going to meet up with several of our blogging friends (keep eyes trained on Llama Butchers). If we live to tell about it, we'll tell you all about it. So, until next week -Patum Peperium

Comments

[Jordana]

How fun. Have a wonderful time and say hello to Robbo for me.

[Old Dominion Tory]

May the Lord keep the Peperiums--and everyone else making their ways to see the Pope--safe on their pilgrimages.

[The Bovina Bloviator]

Godspeed. I live not far at all from Yankee Stadium but, alas, will not be there. I will try to catch a glimpse of His Holiness as he cruises down Fifth Avenue in his Popemobile.

Enjoy New York City. It has certain aspects that are droll.