I was just a child when I first
traveled to Italy. I really do not remember much about most of the details because I was just five years old during that time. I do remember the food in the plane, but I cannot remember the more important details. I do remember seeing my brother prostrating in front of an altar. He was wearing a grey tunic. There were only few of them. The one presiding over the ritual was wearing a kingly robe and a big hat, which I later learned called a miter.
Only later during my childhood that I understood that my brother consecrated himself on that day to serve God. The ordination of my brother also coincided with one of the
sacred religious feasts. I later learned that he was ordained in the Franciscan Order in the very place where Saint Francis of Assisi once preached.
The church was the Basilica of
Saint Francis of Assisi. I revisited this place to make a pilgrimage after my brother died. The little town of Assisi is approximately 90 miles from Rome. I only took a rented car to reach the place. This basilica is also the main tourist attraction of the town.
