Normandy Day 2- Lisieux

Day 1 of our trip, if you missed it and want to read.

We began our day, hoping to attend mass at the local village. We found one website saying it was at 9am, and one at 11am. Our proprietor told us as we were leaving that that village and the next share priests, so mass goes back and forth. Well, we got there, and there was definitely no one around for mass. I was a bit disappointed as I thought it'd be so neat to go to a small village parish. They also had a memorial on the property remembering the Americans from WWII. We knew that there was mass in Lisieux, so we went ahead and headed there.

As we're driving there, we realize we need gas. We stop at the gas station in the village. Card only, but not our card. French cards have some kind of chip in them and this gas station didn't recognize ours. Stopped at two more along the way, none took ours. And it's Sunday, so gas stations don't have an attendant to take cash. We'd avoided the autobahn today, to avoid tolls (adding a big 10 minutes to our drive). So we knew we had enough gas to get to Lisieux, but we'd need it on our way home, and so we'd take the autobahn, because surely there'd be a gas station with at least an attendant. We're almost there, when we see an Esso station. Esso stations are what we always use in Germany, and Jon saw an attendant. Wahoo, praise God, thank you St. Therese! Not only was there an attendant, we were able to pay with card, saving our cash for the rest of the trip. That felt like a huge blessing and answer to prayer to start out our pilgrimage trip for the day.

We made it to the Cathedral, where St. Therese attended mass while living in Lisieux, about 15 minutes before mass started. We went up and saw the small altar at the front for her, where her family would have been if they were at mass. Then we went back to find a seat, letting the kids lead the way. They picked the very front row. GREAT place to sit when you're visiting a church... in a language you don't know! ;-) But we accepted it because it was the only row with kneelers, and we did not want to stand during the consecration.

This was my first time attending a mass in another language (other than Latin). I was really surprised to see how well I did know the mass, and knew what was going on. I was also VERY grateful that our priest has insisted on our parish learning the Latin parts of the mass (Kyrie, Agnus Dei, and the Sanctus) and thankful that this church used them as well. They were slightly different, but even the kids were able to say "Hey! I know this part!" (Of course, their father, the choir director, walking around the house singing Sanctus a lot probably helps ;-))

After mass, this sweet old lady came up to us and tried to talk to us. We told her we didn't know French and she just said "Thank you for la familia". It touched our heart. We felt like she was telling us thank you for raising our children in the faith, for bringing them to church (95% of the people there were much older than us) and sitting on the front row, and well, to us, for teaching them to behave. We told the children about her compliment and that she was also probably complimenting their excellent behavior, because we want them to know that other people notice when they're good as well.

After mass, we asked the lady "Toilettes?" and I followed her hand motions. We were able to find a public handcap toilet. EWW! But, hey! It was a toilet, and not a hole in the ground, which is what they usually are, so we used it as a family. Seriously, how are you suppose to pee in that?? (Thank you Katie for telling us about handicap stalls!) We then went to the car, and snacked on some croissants our proprietor had brought by this morning-yummy! Then went back in to visit the church. As we were leaving, a newly baptized baby was coming out with the family, and the bells were ringing over and over joyously celebrating this new life. It was beautiful.

 Outside of the Cathedral where St. Therese attended mass.

An altar that now stands where her and her family would stand. I believe her and her sisters are down the middle of the cross, with her parents on the two sides.

Inside the Cathedral, where we attended mass on Corpus Christi.

We then headed to the Basilica. This place was HUGE. It was built after St. Therese was canonized (1925). Inside is amazing. I've never been in a church so amazing. There are no pillars holding it up, so wherever you sit, you can see the altar. There are altars around the entire church, but very, very simple altars. Each one has a Station of the Cross. One altar near the front, which was holding the Blessed Sacrament, was from or for Catholics in the US, according to our attempt of the translation. It had images of St. Katherine Drexel and St. Francis Cabrini on it.

There was an altar, that I got confused about, because it was covered in candles. I thought St. Therese's remains were below this altar, but when we got to the car, discovered it was just her arm. However, while here, I knelt and prayed for every person who had asked me to pray for them, listing their needs, and a few others I could think of. It was an incredible time, lifting my heart and this trip for those I know. Hannah and I then bought a candle, and lit it for all the intentions I'd prayed for.

Jon and kids in front of Basillica

The huge Basilica  

The altar with candles around it, and the arm of 

St. Therese. I thought Jon got a better picture, but apparently not.

We then went outside, and downstairs, where there was a bookstore, clean WC's (water closets- with no toilet seats! What is with the French and no toilet seats?? I think the girls are starting to get the hang of it.) and a machine to buy a bottled water. Afterwards, we went in to the crypt where Blessed Louis and Blessed Zelie, her parents, are buried. We wrote down our prayer intentions and Jon, Zach, and Hannah went in to the silent chapel to pray. As we left, we looked at the huge bell tower, containing 54 (or 59?) bells. But unfortunately, we didn't get to hear a single one of them.

Where Blessed Louis and Blessed Zelie are buried.

Then we went to the Carmelite Convent. Here, we saw the famous wax statue of St. Therese. Hannah wanted to know why she didn't have shoes on. In the next room was a chapel where you could pray. When we walked in, I looked for the red candle to see if the Body of Christ was present. Then I realized that there was a monstrance with the exposed Eucharist. This was the first we'd seen this, on the Feast of Corpus Christi, so we knelt and spent as long as our children would allow praying. I did my best to pray for all the intentions again, asking for remembrance of the many I'd prayed for before. Next was a small museum, sharing artifacts and tidbits about St. Therese's time at the convent. It was very fascinating to me.

Z & H in front of the convent.

 The famous wax statue of the Saint. Her body is buried below.

 The original statue of Mary that smiled at Therese when she was very ill.

 Some of us in front of a statue of the Saint.

The girls in front of a statue of St. Therese 

Afterwards, we went to our final destination, Les Buissonnets. This is the house her family moved to after her mother died when she was 4. It looked smaller than I imagined from the pictures I'd seen, but when we went in, I was quite surprised by the amount of room. We saw the fireplace, that was in the kitchen where she had her conversion experience. We saw her room, where she was very, very ill and they thought they might lose her. As she was in bed, her sisters were praying by her bed and turned to look at the statue of Mary. She turned to Mary as well and asked for her help, who then smiled at her. She was then healed. The original statue is now in the convent, above her wax statue above her remains. The original statue of Mary is at the convent, about her remains and wax statue. We also saw her father's room, and the best part to the kids, several of her toys. In the back is a statue of her telling her father she wants to enter the convent. It's a beautiful statue, and you can just see the love between them. It is above the well where they were sitting when she told him.

I learned a lot about this Saint whom I knew nothing about this week, a lot in my research preparing for this trip, and a lot while here. I'm very excited to have gotten to know her better, to have shared some things about her with my children, and to have had this opportunity to visit such an incredible place. I find it amazing that St. Therese has done so much since her death, showering down help like roses, and that she is one of only 33 Doctors of the Church out of all the Catholic Saints that there are. St. Therese of Lisieux, pray for us.

 Les Buissonnets

 Me in front of the replica of the statue that smiled at her.

Statue of her telling her father she wants to enter the convent. 

Normandy Day 1: Driving

The nice thing about blogger... I can write a post daily if possible, save them, and post them when we get home. So, I'm writing these posts daily, and will post them one at a time when we get home. Enjoy! :)

Today there was not much to report. We drove, for 8 hours, to get to our Gites. One great thing was while driving, we kept passing cars towing USA jeeps/tanks from WWII. It actually had me in tears at one point seeing all of these go down the road, knowing we were going the same way.

We are staying at a beautiful farmhouse, La Noette, where we have our own gite. A gite is sort of an apartment connected to the farmhouse, but we have a kitchen, our own bathroom, balcony with patio, etc. The farmhouse is gorgeous, with a nice garden the kids had fun running around in. There is also a goose, which is quite the character, and some chickens. The kids think it's hilarious to meet a goose, since we often say "You silly goose!" to them. The kids are having a blast.

Driving here, we were very surprised by the number of tolls. EIGHT Toll booths, totaling €52!!! Ouch! We're hoping to go home another way and avoid Paris, as Paris traffic was horrible. We had plans to spend a little bit of the afternoon in Lisieux, but we decided we did not have enough time to go there and make it worthwhile, so would head there another day.

Once we arrived to the farmhouse, we unloaded the car and went in to the town to stop at the grocery store. There, Zach proceeded to run in the grocery store, trip, and break a jar of jelly! Oh fun times. Thankfully it didn't shatter, so we bought it anyway and didn't cause a scene.

We also found the city's church is Catholic. Unfortunately, there were absolutely no signs, other than when the office was open. Boo! We looked online and found one place that said mass was at 9am and the other said 11am. So, our plan is to attempt to go to the 9am here, then go to Lisieux. If there is no 9am mass, then there is a 10:30 and 11am mass in the Basilllica and Cathedral in Lisieux. We will spend the rest of the day in Lisieux.

While driving here, I realized I did not look up any events for the D-Day Anniversary on Thursday. So, we thankfully have internet and I did some research. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we'll be able to do much, but we hope to see the men in 1944 uniforms parachute out of C47 one night, and hope to go to an ecumenical ceremony at the American Military Ceremony on the 6th.

With that said, it's time to head to bed for our full week ahead!

Day 2, Day 3

Disneyland, Paris

A few months ago, someone was talking about Disneyworld, and it got me all sentimental and wanting to go back. My family, growing up in FL, went to Disney almost yearly. Not always to the Magic Kingdom, but at least to go camp at our favorite campsite, Fort Wilderness. But I have many fond memories of Disney.

Two years ago, when my husband was home on R&R, we went to Disneyworld on Christmas break. HORRIBLE idea. Packed, long lines, miserable. My husband completely wrote off Disney forever. But when my friend started talking about it, it made me want to take the kids and try again. Since Disneyworld is a LONG flight away, I decided to look in to Disneyland Paris. There was a deal, stay 3 nights, get the 4th free, and it came with park tickets for every day. I brought it up to my husband, and was shocked when he said "whatever". So I booked us a 5 day trip!

We went the week before last, and had a blast. I've heard many say if you've been to Disneyworld, this will stink in comparison. I admit, it didn't have as much to offer. The park is definitely smaller, but it was nice. We weren't overwhelmed, we spread it out over 3 days, and the kids had a BLAST. They got to see so many princesses, and come home with a Barbie princess each. Zach got to see his favorite characters (yes, including Rapunzel), and got to come home with a cool pirate sword and telescope. They loved the pirate ride (Well, except Abby, she kept getting more scared the more we rode it!), the train, and the roller coasters. Zach loved Thunder Mountain, and Abby and Hannah loved a kids' version of a train roller coaster. They even put their hands in the air the entire time. Which now has Abby doing it in the car all the time.

The tolls were EXPENSIVE. It was just less than €30 each way.

We stayed in the Disney property cabins, Davy Crockett Ranch. They were GREAT. THey had a charcoal grill, a kitchen with stove, microwave and fridge, a little table, a master room with double bed and bathroom, and then the kids had a bathroom with 3 twin beds in it. They thought it was so cool and had a blast in "their room". We took our own food, and ate 2-3 meals there each day, with a few meals at the parks. We did eat at Planet Hollywood and Rainforest Cafe because hey! It was "American food!", something we dont get often. And yes, I totally got a good ol' hamburger!

Overall, we had a great trip. The kids loved it. The true testament of how much they loved it? They've been talking about it since. I caught them all sitting on a cot, pretending it was a ride yesterday, Zachary pulling the lever like he did on the Dumbo ride. I find them talking about the princess all the time still. Memories were definitely created, and it was a great experience. And I think my husband had a great time as well! ;-)

Oops, a while huh? Big news and lots of little news

Someone told me it'd been a while since I posted the other day... Hmm, end of Feb, and today's the first of March? Wow! That is a long time! Sorry readers! So, what has been going on?

Winter was dreadful, and lasted up until about 2 weeks ago. Then a few beautiful days, followed by spring- chilly and wet. Ugh, it hasn't been joyful weather. Up until about 2 weeks ago, my life consisted of a LOT of all.day nausea, because we're expecting again! I'm 11 weeks now, and I've seen a heartbeat, so we're feeling safe enough to tell the internet world. We're due in Nov., so summer with no A/C while pregnant will be a blast haha. At least I've survived 2 summers in CO with no A/C and an Aug baby in FL. I'll manage. We're so incredibly excited about what the future holds for this new one. My girls wake up almost every morning and climb in bed with me and ask "Can we talk to the baby?" I told them it's important to talk to the baby because that's how the baby learns to recognize their voice. I love hearing them talk to it, and asking when they can feel it kick haha.

So, aside from that, 2 weeks ago when warm weather showed up, the girls had fevers for 5 days. Finally took them to the doctor- ear infection, almost pneumonia, and bronchitis. Finally got better for cold weather and rain to show up. Last week we had a base-wide cleanup, to clean the areas around our apartment. Jon cut a bunch of low branches off some trees, and we're so proud of how much better it looks. I'm trying to catch up with the house now that I have some energy again, but then there's days like today, where I was planning on having energy, but instead I have no voice and a nasty cold.

As you can tell, there really hasn't been much excitement going on in our lives. Zach started tball for the first time in April. He hates it, but we told him he has to stick it out and can't quit half way through. The only exciting thing is we're heading to Disney Paris in a few weeks. The kids don't understand lol, and Jon is NOT happy about it. I've been told that if I've been to Disney Orlando, lower my expectations, so I have. I figure we're going for the kids, and as long as they have fun, that's all that matters.

Now, if nice weather can just show up, preferably before we head to Disney, that would be wonderful. It would also be nice in general, so we can start getting outside! Well, there you have it- the not so exciting story of our current life.

Apostolic Succession

First of all, please pray for my friend Sarah and her husband Brian and all of their family. They delivered their daughter last night, knowing she had a terminal diagnoses, and she went home to be with the Lord after 15 hours of life. Please keep them all in your prayers.



Today is the last day of being Pope for Pope Benedict XVI. As he leaves the office as Pope, our prayers are with him. Our prayers are also with the Cardinals as they meet to pick the next Pope, and that they are open to the Holy Spirit and who He wants to be the next Pope.

I found it very fitting that today, while reading "Surprised by Truth 2" by Patrick Madrid, a story of 15 men and women coming to the Catholic Church, that today's story was about Apostolic succession. I knew some about it, and knew that was one reason why I converted. But I felt it would be nice to share some of what this story shared.

The author of this story, Mary Beth Kremski, was in church when her pastor quoted Eph. 4:11-12 "And [Christ's] gifts were that some should be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, some pastors and teachers, for the equipment of the saints for the work of the ministry, for building up the body of Christ..." He said that we don't really have apostle's in today's church, and she began to wonder why and do research.

I'm sharing a lot of what she shared, in my own words, because I think it's so amazing and important, especially today. In Luke 6:13, Jesus Himself uses the term Apostle. (this is one of those places that also uses disciple, but I've always known people to use those two interchangeably) Jesus gave the apostles certain roles, roles that only they can perform, such as at the Last Supper, He gave only the Apostles, and therefore the ability, the command to "Do this in remembrance of Me." (Mark 14:22-24) The Lord also gave certain responsibilities only to Peter. "I will give you the keys of the kingdom of Heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in Heaven." (Matt 16:19) He also told Peter "Feed my lambs... tend my sheep... feed my sheep." (John 21:15-17)

In Acts, we see the Apostles' role more clearly. They have two main jobs- authoritative teachers and leaders who govern the Church. This is found repeatedly in Scripture. Acts 2:42 shows that people devoted themselves to the teaching of the Apostles and to the breaking of bread (the Eucharist). Acts 6 shows more of their leadership, where they appointed and laid hands on people to handle work that needed to be done, and Acts 15 they cleared up the doctrinal issues of circumcision.  This last example is a great example because it shows that even then, when there was a doctrinal issue, the issue laid in the hands of the Church, those whom God has designated as Apostles, not of the believers and that the Church made the final decision, and the people trusted them, because they were appointed by Jesus Himself.

In Bible times, if you wanted to join the Church, you knew how. You found an Apostle, or someone appointed by them- the presbyters or deacons- and there you'd find the Church. They were "of one heart and soul" (Acts 4:32) because they followed the teaching of the Apostles. Without the Church that Christ founded, people would begin to interpret things the way they wanted, no authority to interpret the scriptures and pass on the traditions that began with Christ.

This author said a lot of her non-Catholic friends said they didn't need the Apostles today, that Christ only meant for the original twelve. So she sought the Bible and historians for answers there. I suggest going to read Acts 1. This is where they talk about Judas dying, and replace Judas with Matthias. It's amazing to read the full context of that scene. Acts 1:25 says they were praying and asked God to show them between two men "to take over this apostolic ministry, which Judas left..." There was a ministry, that had to be replaced, and was chosen by those already in the ministry. Also, no where in the Bible does it say that there were only suppose to be 12 Apostles. In fact, it's mentioned many times that the Apostles are one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit. And 1 Cor 12:21 says that all the gifts are needed, so to say we don't need Apostles any more rejects the gift, and the Giver.

But, even the Catholic Church doesn't use the term Apostle any more. Clement, one of the first Popes after Peter, said in the year 90 "The Apostles received the gospel from the Lord Jesus Christ...Christ, then, is from God, and the Apostles from Christ...[The Apostles] appointed their firstfruits (having proved them by the Spirit) to be bishops and deacons... Our Apostles knew also, through our Lord Jesus Christ, that there would be strife over the dignity of the bishop's office. For this reason...they appointed the aforesaid and after a time made provision that, on their death, other approved men should succeed to their ministry." (Ibid., 89)

So the apostles were continued on through by the title bishop. And the office of Apostle had been passed on, right up to the present day! Christ said that nothing could destroy His Church (Matt. 16:18).

This author realized the Catholic Church had Apostles, but wondered why the Protestant denominations did not.  She went back to the Reformation and examined Luther's documents. This is what surprised me. I thought Luther was attacking certain leaders in the Church who had gotten away from what was suppose to be. But not so. He was leading a reform against the Church itself.

This is a quote from the book itself

He opposed the Church's assertion -held from the beginning- that she was endowed by Christ with the authority to teach and shepherd the people of God in His name. Luther used the concept of spiritual equality to justify his stand against Church leadership. He used the teachings of "the priesthood of all believers" to claim that the Pope and the bishops had no right, no special gift or power, to lead and teach the Christian people. In his [Luther] own words, "Any creature that has crawled from its baptism can boast that he is already ordained to be priest, bishop, or pope... All Christians really belong to the spiritual estate, and there is no distinction between them." [Patrick Madrid, Surprised by Truth 2 (Manchester, NH: Sophia Institute Press, 2000), 146.]

But Jesus Himself gave a distinction. He said that there were different gifts, Apostles being one of them, that there was suppose to be leadership within the Church, and that we have the same spirit, but we have different gifts. To do away with Apostles in the Protestant church, was to do away with what Christ left as His church. If Luther's reform was a true reform, it would have returned things to its original state. But if he wanted to get rid of the leadership roles as stated above, it was not a true reform.

I'm not saying any of this to offend any of my Protestant friends. I'm sharing it because it was something I read TODAY, of all days. Something that greatly explains the Apostolic line, and why I feel the Catholic Church is the Church Jesus started. Today, the day Pope Benedict XVI is leaving the office of Pope. I'm excited to see what will unfold, with the conclave, electing the new Pope, how he holds the Catholic Church to what she is. I was young and not Catholic at the time of Pope Benedict's election, that I did not care much. This time, as a Catholic convert, I'm very excited to see what the Holy Spirit has in store for His Church.

Prague, Czech Republic

To me, one of the best ways to travel, is to combine history and our Catholic faith. Therefore, Prague sounded like the perfect vacation. Prague is a historical place, with the Infant of Prague as well. I did my best to plan prior to going, and took three guidebooks along with us. I booked our apartment on booking.com. We stayed in this apartment, although it looks like they have several. Overall, it was a great apartment. It was very deceiving at first, as when we pulled up, it looked like a front door to get in. The man opened the door all the way, and we drove our car through this narrow alleyway, and parked it on a metal ramp, that actually had three floors of 2 cars each. It was pretty cool and exciting, especially to the kids.

 Jon in the kitchen

 one of the living room areas, where Jon and I slept

The kids room, looking in to the kitchen. On the right is a door to our room.

 Zach took a picture for us.

Then Hannah took one for us.

 From the kitchen, looking at the rest of the kids' room.

From the window, looking in to our room, kids' room on the left, 

hallway to kitchen and bathroom on right door.

The amazing ceiling.

One of the things that is so vastly different about the Czech Republic is while they're a part of the European Union, they don't use the Euro. Everything appears really expensive, until you do the conversion. For example, our dinner one night was 1070 Krona. Jon told me drop the last digit and divide by 2, and that tells you about how much it is in Dollars. So our dinner for the 5 of us was about $50. We felt it was amazingly cheap in Prague. We got some groceries one night, at the little grocery store right below our apartment, cheese, eggs, mushrooms, ketchup, cheese, coffee and wine, and spent less than $15.  We made it home with $200 to spare of our budget, wahoo!

We were near Wenceslas Square, so pretty central to most parts of the city. It's only 2.5 miles from one side to the other. We arrived about 4pm, and set out on an evening stroll, to stretch our legs and get a bit of energy out, and eat some dinner. We ate at a typical Czech restaurant, Jon eating duck and potato dumplings, me salmon, and the kids all had some pasta with salmon or mushrooms and something else. Zach loved his, the mushroom one, and insisted on taking leftovers home and he insisted we have them the 2nd night for dinner.

On Sunday, we woke up and slowly got going. We had plans to attend the noon English mass at Our Lady Victorious, where the Infant of Prague is. We weren't sure how long it'd take to walk there, so we left about 10am. We walked over the Charles Bridge. The kids thought it was really exciting, and loved seeing the statues of Mary, Jesus, St. Joseph and many other Saints. We finally arrived at the church, about 11am. We immediately saw The Infant of Prague, dressed in purple for Lent. I was expecting it to be in a museum in the back somewhere, but it was on a side altar right in the middle of the church. Someone had told us the church was really small, so we got there early to get seats. It was bigger than I had expected, a very decent size, but not a basillica.

The Infant of Prague was smaller than I had imagined from pictures. We took some time and knelt to pray while gazing on it. I've always struggled with kneeling before an object praying. It feels like idol worship to a degree to me. But, I instead looked at the Infant and thought about Jesus as an infant, and meditated on that, and used that as a source of prayer. I prayed for those I know that are pregnant, those I know who are trying to get pregnant, those who've had a miscarriage/lost a baby recently, and those who are struggling with infertility. I think I mentioned most by name, but since I know 14 people currently pregnant (Well, 13 since one had her baby while we were away ;-)), I likely didn't mention all, but God knew my heart. Plus, I was VERY distracted by children who did not want to kneel and pray for long.

 from the back of the church, looking in. The Infant of Prague is to the right.

 The Infant of Prague

The altar with the Infant of Prague and kneeling rail to pray.

Then we sat and waited for mass to begin. This was hard. We had about an hour to wait, in a cold church that did not have heat. It had some heaters that were connected to the back of the pews, that were HOT to the touch, but did not radiate any. By the time mass was over about 1pm, we were all FREEZING cold, miserable, and had to use the bathroom, which was not in the church. Overall though, the mass was lovely and we tried to offer it up. We walked across the street to a deli, ordered a few pastries, and all used the toilet. Then we went back in to the church, bought a few small souvenirs of the Infant of Prague,and visited the small museum upstairs where they had a few of his gowns. They were mostly all gifts from other countries, and very beautiful.

After this, we headed to the Prague Castle. The kids were miserable by this point, tired of walking and cold. We got to see the changing of the guard, which they did like. Then we walked inside. We went inside St. Vitus Cathedral, only to stand in the back for a few. It was huge, beautiful, but required tickets to see the rest of it. Unfortunately, it was 4pm and the church closes at 4:30, so we felt it wasn't worth it. Plus, the kids would not make it. We headed out of the palace, after only seeing a small part, and back towards the apartment. The kids insisted that they did not want to eat at a restaurant, but wanted to go home to leftovers haha. So we did that, and made mac and cheese and brats for dinner with their leftovers.

 changing of the guard

 inside St. Vitus Cathedral

The palace entrance

outside of St. Vitus Cathedral

 outside of St. Vitus Cathedral

inside of St. Vitus Cathedral

 The kids and I in front of a well, that was gated to keep their water system clean.

Monday morning, we woke up and took some time getting ready. My only plan was to head to the Jewish Cemetery, which our guidebook did not mention had a fee. When we got there, we learned that in fact, it did, along with all the other Jewish things. We decided that two tickets for 300 Krona each was worth it, and bought our tickets. It was worth it. First, we went in to the Pinkas Synagogue which had nothing but names and names and names written on the walls. 80,000 Jews of Bohemia and Moravia murdered by the Nazis. It was an amazing, and gut-wrenching sight. Upstairs there were drawings made by children that were living in the Terezin ghetto. These pictures had me holding back tears, and were amazing to see what those young children saw, including a picture of a hanging, the dormitories where they lived, and more. Zachary was really interested in all of these pictures, and wanted to draw one like it when he got home. He was very quiet, taking it all in, and asking lots of questions.

After this, we headed to the Jewish Cemetery. This was a breath-taking site as well. Because they were forced to stay in the ghetto, they had no where else to bury their dead, so they buried them on top of each other, with just a bit of dirt between each layer. The headstones were brought up along with the rising ground, but now they are just all over each other. Today it contains some 12,000 tombstones, but the number of bodies actually buried here is much greater. The oldest headstone dates back to the 1439 and the last burial was in 1787. We read that Jews are not to be dug up after burial, and that they are given land by the government so that won't happen. But the government refused to give them any more land.

It was really neat, because next to the cemetery is the town hall, and there you could see how they did a lot of the burial customs. There were two other Synagogues we got to go in that had several Jewish artifacts, such as Torah Shields, Torah pointers, and cups used during the Seder meal. Our experience here really made us want to learn more about the Jews and their customs. We found it interesting that since Jesus was Jewish, he likely celebrated many of these same customs. And yet, many people chastise Catholics for our customs and Traditions, but don't ever mention a problem with the Jewish customs and practices. It's very interesting to see the comparison of the Jewish traditions with the Catholic traditions, traditions that were passed on from Jesus Himself.

 The Town Hall in the Jewish quarters. In here was a lot of information on Jewish burial customs, such as they must have a place to wash their hands in the cemetery, because washing hands is part of their customs.

After the Jewish Cemetery, we went to the Old Town square, where we sampled some food from a vendor and watched a street jazz band while the kids danced. After this we headed home, for more mac and cheese and brats for dinner. Then we did baths, and another 7pm bedtime for the kids. They were so exhausted each night.

In the courtyard of the Old Town Square

Abby and Zach giving money to the musicians we were listening to. The kids had fun dancing to them.

The clock tower.

The kids and I in front of the Old Town Square clock. Apparently it does something 

cool every hour, but we were too tired to wait the 15 minutes. 

A beautiful church you can see from the Town Square. It was closed unfortunately the day we were there.

On Tuesday, we were scheduled to checkout from our apartment at 10. It's suppose to be a 5 hr 20 min drive (took us 6 hrs to get there with bathroom stops). I thought well, we could get home at 4, or see something else. I had brought a book with me about various Catholic shrines in Europe, and it mentioned Svata Hora was 30 minutes south, so excited for this new change in our adventure, we headed there. Svata Hora means Holy Mountain. On this mountain is a statue of Our Lady holding the baby Jesus. Many miracles have been attributed to it, the first being of a blind man who came and prayed before it to Jesus and Our Lady for 3 days. After 3 days, his sight was restored. We had to park at the bottom of the small mountain, and walk up it. It was snowing and cold. When we got to the top, it looked so deserted, but we walked inside anyway.

Walking up the hill.

 The front of Svata Hora

Immediately, you saw this huge outside altar on the top of some stairs. It looked as if the statue was originally there, but not anymore. Behind this altar was the minor Basillica. Pope Pious X declared it a minor Basilica in 1905 I think, because of all the miracles attributed to it. Inside was this small church, with the image above the altar. There were two smaller altars within the Basilica, one of which was very cool as it had all these Saints around the crucifix. Back outside, there was basically a courtyard/wall surrounding the Basilica and outside altar. On these walls and ceilings were several paintings, most of which were depicting 100 miracles connected to the statue- people at sea who saw the image and were saved, people who were traveling and their cart rolled over, someone getting struck by lightening, etc. There were also many other altars along the walls, and small chapels on each corner. However, the chapels are now sealed up, due to erosion caused by the weather. I would recommend going, but I would definitely save it for the summer. It looked like there are usually several restaurants, a water closet, and even souvenir shops outside, but they were all closed. I think we saw maybe 2 or 3 other families while we were there.

The outside altar you see when you first walk in, above many steps. The gold oval use to hold the statue. I don't know if it still does in the summer or not. 

 The statue of Our Lady holding Jesus on the altar.

 The side altar with the Saints at Jesus' cross.

The altar with the statue on it.

Back outside, there was basically a courtyard/wall surrounding the Basilica and outside altar. On these walls and ceilings were several paintings, most of which were depicting 100 miracles connected to the statue- people at sea who saw the image and were saved, people who were traveling and their cart rolled over, someone getting struck by lightening, etc. There were also many other altars along the walls, and small chapels on each corner. However, the chapels are now sealed up, due to erosion caused by the weather. I would recommend going, but I would definitely save it for the summer. It looked like there are usually several restaurants, a water closet, and even souvenir shops outside, but they were all closed. I think we saw maybe 2 or 3 other families while we were there.

The ceilings in the outside part... Mary and Jesus in each image.

Here is an image of a man being trampled, where Our Lady rescued him.

 Someone under logs also being saved.

 The man that was struck by lightening.

Outside Svata Hora before heading back to the car. 

When we came back out, the snow had picked up. We quickly headed back to the car and got on the road. About 2 hours away from home, we hit a stau (German word for traffic jam- word everyone knows, and everyone despises). After sitting on the autobahn for 2 hours, we were all being forced off the road. Everyone else was turning right. We started to, but I felt like we shouldn't. The thing about Germany is they send you off the highway, with no detour signs, no direction where to go, so you and thousands of others are just in the dark of where to go. We went with my gut and went left. I told Jon as long as we're driving west, we're heading in the right direction. Two hours later, we were back at the autobahn, 22 kilometers further down it, and able to get back on. During that 2 hours, we drove on many village roads, that were super icy and scary. The whole time, I kept praying "Holy Family help our family. Guardian angels protect us." over and over and over. We finally arrived home, after a 10 hour instead of 6 hour drive.

 What we were driving in. 

 Girls taking a nap.

It was a great trip. In fact, we're really hoping to go back in the summer. But the winter was nice because it wasn't too crowded anywhere. We hate crowds, especially with 3 young children that hate holding hands, so it was worth it to a degree to go in the winter. I strongly recommend visiting Prague if you're looking for someone to go while in Europe. :)