Today, we are in Cappadocia! Cappadocia is a beautiful region in the south of Turkey; not a metropolitan city by any means but rather a combination of small towns in a beautiful desert region. The scenery is gorgeous with the rolling hills and simple architecture which hasn’t changed much in two thousand years.

I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I am walking around the streets of Tarsus, the birthplace of the great Apostle Paul. It was here he grew up a faithful Jew before going to Jerusalem to study the scriptures. We flew from Istanbul to Tarsus early in the morning, and on the bus ride to Tarsus, Fr Kasule read to us Paul’s conversion story told in the ninth chapter of the Acts of the Apostles. While we are visiting St. Paul’s well and admiring the ruins of the ancient city, I am imagining the way in which God was looking on Paul during his early years, preparing his heart for conversion and to be His apostle in a way St. Paul could never have imagined.

We had the distinct privilege of taking a walking tour of the ancient city of Istanbul, Turkey, on our first full day of pilgrimage. We learned about the rich historical significance of many landmarks throughout Istanbul. We also had the opportunity to celebrate Mass at St. Anthony’s Church run by Conventual Franciscans (the same Franciscans as those who live and minister at the National Shrine of Maximillian Kolbe), a tiny pocket of the local Church of Istanbul among a predominantly Muslim population.

After a long journey with meditation on the Footsteps of Saint Paul, going from Turkey, through Greece and ending up in Rome, I felt very low, tired, and empty. Deep in my heart I asked myself, “Perhaps God is asking me to go on a silent retreat!” And this is exactly happened when we arrived in Assisi. The retreat allowed me, together with my fellow seminarians, to set apart time for God by disconnecting from the very connected world. Going away to be alone with God was a beautiful experience.