Last Sunday, we visited St. Benedict's first monastery. It was in a town a little bit east of Rome called Subiacio on top of a nearby mountain. It was easy to understand what Benedict saw here.
The timing of the trip was almost literary--something about climbing a mountain on the exact midpoint of our trip to Rome.
We have a little less than a month left. It has been wonderful so far and there's no reason to think the next month won't be even better.