Chronicle of Saturday 18 July

Dear followers,

Today was an intense day that began with a beautiful Mass in our Rupnik oratory.

After a petit-déjeuner breakfast (as they call it here), Camembert included (to Marina’s delight), we took the train to Versailles.

At Versailles opulence reigns in every sense of the word: gigantic paintings, tapestries, halls of mirrors and portraits are the norm. It was beautiful but, as Fr Joan told us at the meditation, not as beautiful as Rome. The so-called Eternal City shows a beauty that transcends because God is at its centre. How beautiful our life is when we live true poverty, when our existence revolves around God.

Reflections aside: the Gels (Anna got away with it this time), together with Del Pozo, today turned into watermelon assassins. The watermelon, which thought it was a ball, was passed from hand to hand. Until... well, you can imagine the rest.

After the homicide, we had an ice cream and took the train back home. It must be said that we have a real PR man among us, Pau Sarsanedas, who kept up a conversation with a Chinese man for the whole journey. Blessed English.

After the showers and the meditation, dinner arrived! A delicious pasta bolognese and kiwi for dessert. From the editorial team we want to congratulate the logistics team, who raise the bar on the menus every day.

After the get-together, now off to bed in a hurry. Because tomorrow there’s a final. Because tomorrow is Sunday. Rest well!