As travel restrictions mount, I’m thinking of all the wonderful and meaningful places I’ve traveled since 1994, and the important cultural and personal relationships that were the focus of these trips.
A lifetime of memories lives in these photos:
At the Clock Tower.
The adjudicators gather in Malaysia, 2003.
A late 1600’s pulpit in the city church in Elsinore.
Me at St. Joseph’s Oratory in Montreal.
With John Schaefer and George Emblom, Worcester Cathedral.
The guestbook. Antwerp 2015.
2003. With Loo in Malaysia.
2005. On Nanjing Lu, the main shopping street, Shanghai.
At a orange plantation for a traditional Brazilian luncheon, 2001.
Norwich Cathedral, from the east.
JC goes wading in the Gulf of Corinth, May 2009.
At the Parthenon in Athens, September 2015.
On stage at the ancient auditorium near the Temple of Apollo in Delphi.
Veal medallions with potatoes, Budapest.
JC at the Vatican. That’s St. Peter’s Basilica dome in the background.
With Dolph near the end of our 2009 sea voyage, approaching Patra.
2005. Starbucks in Yu Yuan, Shanghai.
Hong Kong, 2017.
I’m trying my hand at being a Rembrandt model. Amsterdam, 2015.
1994. Gelata in Buenos Aires with my father. I’m trying to indicate how high the gelato had been mounded on the cone, using only a slight bit of hyperbole.
In the Vigelund park, with snow falling on Oslo.
JC after Evensong at King’s College Cambridge.
David. Florence. 2018.
Lunch in Florence, after a cooking class.
Visiting a sugar cane plantation in Araras.
At a waterfall in the mountains outside of Sao Pedro, Brazil, 2001.
In the small library.
With Kevin Cherry at Sutton Mawr Farm outside of Cardiff.
2000. With Ken in Toronto in January.
Me. St. Stephen’s Basilica in background.
At the Old Montreal waterfront.
At Michael’s grave in July 2013, Twigworth Church, Gloucestershire.
Standing in the surf of the Pacific Ocean.
JC in front of Buckingham Palace before the royal appearance.
In Morocco, on the Atlantic beach, 2019.
The King and Anna bow at the Royal Albert Hall.
My only apple strudel of the trip, in Weimar.
The inbound GSE team and our Brazilian greeting committee in Sao Paulo.
A plaque inside the walls of a barracks commemorating the homosexuals who died at Buchenwald.
2003. In historic Melaka, Malaysia.
With Ramelle Sarna.
JC outside the Estates Theatre, where Mozart conducted the premiere of his opera Don Giovanni. Prague 2009.
JC in the cloister at Gloucester Cathedral.
2004. Banff, Alberta, Canada.
Standing astride the Prime Meridian in Greenwich in October.
The quire at Gloucester Cathedral.
I love a good cap. London.
At the Forbidden City.
Feeding the parrots and toucans at my host home, Brazil, 2001.
Howells, Vaughan Williams, and Stanford, all together in eternal rest at Westminster Abbey.
Teaching a freshman voice class at Shanghai Normal University, 2005.
JC straddling what was West Berlin and East Berlin.
St. Basil’s Cathedral, Moscow.
Prague. 2008. JC at the Tramvaj Cafe on Wenceslas Square, with the National Museum in the background.
2005. Deyang, China.
In front of Cecilienhof.
2002. Edinburgh, the Old Town.
JC and Dolph near the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.
In Sorrento, looking at Pompeii
Goethe’s garden in Weimar. I can see why he was so inspired.
2003. At the foot of the Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur.
Overnight, another 18-year-old was killed by a suburban police officer in Saint Louis County.
I am spending the morning doing laundry, listening to the Service of Nine Lessons & Carols from King’s College Cambridge, blogging (of course), and then making a dash to Costco to collect the ham for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner.
The fireplace is filled with flickering flames. My Christmas tree is alight. A lone candle burns in the front window.
And I’m texting with friends around the world.
So apparently, my dear friend Ken Rodgers and his lovely sidekick Ryan Hebert are taking Christmas break in Amsterdam, and have made their way over to London and thence up to Cambridge, and are now actually inside the King’s College chapel for the Lessons & Carols service. For choral musicians, at this time of year, this is Mecca.
I’m going to take the high road and contain my jealousy, thinking as a salve of my own attendance at the the Three Choirs Festival last year, including of course the Wednesday live broadcast of Evensong and the incredible splendour of the opening service and the singing of “God Save the Queen” and all those wonderful hymns. And the Gerontius. And of the visit on the same trip to Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament.
I’m OK. Truly.
But, oh, those pictures from inside the chapel. I’m green with envy.
This afternoon = kitchen time, and finish the annual Christmas letter.
Lessons & Carols are at 4 p.m. at Christ Church Cathedral.
D will join me for the Midnight Mass at Christ Church.