Awkwardness! Confusion! Doubt! Our time in the baths was the beginning of the story, not the end.
Everywhere we went in Lourdes, the gaze of the beloved was turned upon us. The effect of this gaze, on both the bestower and the object, was transformative.
On Sunday, we attended one of the weirdest, most uplifting Masses of my life in the ugliest basilica I have ever seen. It was a gorgeous mess.
A pleasant springtime stroll through the Grotto of Massabielle turned out to be a revelation.
A quick overview of our not-so-quick trip… just enough to leave you wanting more.