
Wow! I was 4 four days in Le Puy and it was really an awesome experience. I had not really had time to build up expectations, so I can't say it met or exceeded my expectations. But it was certainly a great experience. I'll load up some pictures as a slide show and maybe put together a few pages on the various places and sites.

As with many of the older cities, the place itself is a museum, the streets, the cobblestones, the centuries old buildings, the landscape. These were all the backdrop against which the first stages of the Sisters of St. Joseph were acted out. As I'm writing, I'm travelling by train back to Lyon, on my way back home to Leuven. We are travelling through mountains, by a little river most of the way. This could be any stream in the ozarks. It struck me when I was on my last train ride into Le Puy how similar this place is to the where I grew up in Missouri. And consequently, the first sisters who went to St. Louis must have felt some what at home in the hills there. And of course this is quite a change from the Low Countries where I live now.

Srs Sheila and Mary were at the center and were very hospitable, and pointed out all the sights I might want to visit during my stay. I came in Wednesday after dark, so Thursday was my first day to begin exploring. Each day, I mapped out a course in the small town of Le Puy. The Center is just outside the ring of the old town center. After breakfast and a leisurely start to the day, I would pack up a light backpack with water, fruit and snacks and head out. My first day, I met Sr. Simone at the Le Puy motherhouse and she showed me around there and showed me to the first kitchen and the archives. It was just like the pictures, but it was great to be there and Simone had so much information and background about what it was like etc.

My next day, I headed to St. Michel, a small chapel about 300 feet up on a volcanic spire.The center spout of the volcano was all the remained, so it rose steeply above the surrounding terrain. Apparently the site had been a sacred place long before christianity came to the region, as a place where the earth strained up into the heavens. I climbed the 293 steps that wound around the mountainside into the small chapel that occupies the entire peak of the spire.

There was a couple there when I arrived, but they soon left, and I had the whole place to myself and really soaked in the sacredness of the space and felt the long line of pilgrims that had made the place holy by their prayers and faith. From here, I could also look over the whole of the Le Puy valley, and see where the first Sisters of St. Joseph lived, worked, prayed and dreamed. What an experience.

On saturday, I had planned to go out to see St. Joseph, a large statue on another volcanic spire a little west of the center of town. But the sisters recommended that I might want to see more sites in town, since they might not be open on Sunday, which would be my final day there. On their advice, I headed to town, and got pretty lost. Well sort of. I pretty well knew which way the cathedral was, and which direction to go to get home when I was ready, but I didn't exactly know what I was looking for. So I wandered the streets of the old town, probably where the sisters would have walked, perhaps lived and even ministered. I ate on the steps of the Cathedral. Actually, I followed a rather unpromising route into the cathedral. I'm sure I couldn't do it that way again, but it was good to see things. Then after rounding a corner, I found myself at the base of the street where the Le Puy mother house is, and from there headed home.

On Sunday, I headed back into town to see some sites there, then went on out to St. Joseph. Again, I'm sure I didn't take the most direct route, but enjoyed seeing the sites, many of the buildings that would have been there through generations of Sisters of St Joseph. The statue of St. Joseph dates from the early 1900s, so wouldn't have been part of the experience of the first sisters. However, it afforded a wonderful view of the town and the sites I had been exploring over the past few days. So it was a great place to end my time there. The day was warm and sunny, as it had been my whole time in Le Puy. The sisters said that the weather was unusually nice, and I really needed some sun since the dark days of Belgium were beginning to get to me. The last day, I was able to sit outside in shirt sleeves with my shoes off.

So again, just an awesome experience and a delightful break before starting back for Second Semester at Leuven. In addition, I heard about the (almost) arrival of Henry - some in the family have dubbed him King Henry since we've awaited his arrival for so long. He will be coming back to the states at the end of February - and he will be about 10 months. My sister Julie is so excited; it's been a long journey. Then I saw the first pictures of another new nephew, a newborn adoped by my sister Jess. Some of you know and have been praying for them, so thanks for the prayers and support.
Peace,
Amy