House of Pain...
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin...
Today was an autumnal stroll up to the monastery at the top of the holy mountain of Monte Corona in Umbria, past an abundance of parasol 🍄 mushrooms in what may be the last of the sunshine with my canine companions.
In the far distance I could hear the hunters .....
...shooting at the Cinghiale in the dense woods...
we plodded on...
High up on the top of the hill it was built back in 1530 and it was the home of the Camal-toe monks (apparently!) until 1861
and now it’s become a ‘house of pain’ (apparently!) for the
monks that now support the brothers of Bethlehem, the Assumption and Frank Bruno!....you couldn’t make it up? But don’t take my word for it, look it up yourself like I had to here....
Along the way I asked myself some questions....
What is man?
What is the meaning, the aim of our life?
Which is the road to true happiness?
What, finally, is that ultimate inexpressible mystery which encompasses our existence:
whence do we come, and where are we going?
NOSTRA ÆTATE §1
I thought that when I got there, I would ask someone who had all these answers and seek enlightenment but I’m afraid it was closed....just silence!....on a bloody Sunday as well!....I ask you!
Anyway, I knew the answer to the last question....I was going back down following the 172 path that led back to the tiny Borgo Santa Giuliana.
On my return and feeling tired I sought solace in drink and enjoyed some retro American hip-hop from the 90’s.....Cheers Monte Corona!
This song was played ‘everywhere’ when I was a lad and when I hear it today it still makes me smile....’Jump Around’ by the ‘House of Pain’.
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