Even Serendipity Uses "Google"
While unpacking all our boxes when we first moved into our little piece of earth here at the end of the world I came across a diary I had kept while on pilgrimage in 1990. In it I found a message from a now old and dear friend who I met one night on a dusty road leading into the small village of Medugorje, Croatia. For a while we corresponded regularly and then as life continued forward we would exchange cards at Christmas and Easter times. In 1996 I spent a month in Eire and while in Dublin spent much of my time in his company. It was unfortunate but inevitable that once home and despite all resolve I became involved in my life and eventually all contact between us stopped. So there I was sitting on the floor of our new home miles away from anything familiar surrounded by used packaging materials reading a diary I had kept while on pilgrimage almost twenty years ago and remembering. I recalled the peace and tranquillity of that small peasant village, the dust and the heat and the sh...