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:
2005. On Nanjing Lu, the main shopping street, Shanghai.
JC and Dolph near the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.
The adjudicators gather in Malaysia, 2003.
St. Basil’s Cathedral, Moscow.
A late 1600’s pulpit in the city church in Elsinore.
Visiting a sugar cane plantation in Araras.
My only apple strudel of the trip, in Weimar.
A plaque inside the walls of a barracks commemorating the homosexuals who died at Buchenwald.
David. Florence. 2018.
In the small library.
At the Forbidden City.
2002. Edinburgh, the Old Town.
2005. Starbucks in Yu Yuan, Shanghai.
In front of Cecilienhof.
2004. Banff, Alberta, Canada.
With Dolph near the end of our 2009 sea voyage, approaching Patra.
Norwich Cathedral, from the east.
Lunch in Florence, after a cooking class.
On stage at the ancient auditorium near the Temple of Apollo in Delphi.
I love a good cap. London.
At the Old Montreal waterfront.
JC in the cloister at Gloucester Cathedral.
JC straddling what was West Berlin and East Berlin.
At the Clock Tower.
Me at St. Joseph’s Oratory in Montreal.
At the Parthenon in Athens, September 2015.
Veal medallions with potatoes, Budapest.
Goethe’s garden in Weimar. I can see why he was so inspired.
In Sorrento, looking at Pompeii
2000. With Ken in Toronto in January.
I’m trying my hand at being a Rembrandt model. Amsterdam, 2015.
2005. Deyang, China.
Midday. Happy guy with Cava.
On the Great Wall of China.
JC after Evensong at King’s College Cambridge.
Feeding the parrots and toucans at my host home, Brazil, 2001.
Me. St. Stephen’s Basilica in background.
Prague. 2008. JC at the Tramvaj Cafe on Wenceslas Square, with the National Museum in the background.
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.
The inbound GSE team and our Brazilian greeting committee in Sao Paulo.
The King and Anna bow at the Royal Albert Hall.
2003. With Loo in Malaysia.
2003. In historic Melaka, Malaysia.
Teaching a freshman voice class at Shanghai Normal University, 2005.
In the Vigelund park, with snow falling on Oslo.
JC goes wading in the Gulf of Corinth, May 2009.
Hong Kong, 2017.
Howells, Vaughan Williams, and Stanford, all together in eternal rest at Westminster Abbey.
Standing astride the Prime Meridian in Greenwich in October.
JC outside the Estates Theatre, where Mozart conducted the premiere of his opera Don Giovanni. Prague 2009.
The quire at Gloucester Cathedral.
Standing in the surf of the Pacific Ocean.
JC in front of Buckingham Palace before the royal appearance.
At a waterfall in the mountains outside of Sao Pedro, Brazil, 2001.
JC at the Vatican. That’s St. Peter’s Basilica dome in the background.
2003. At the foot of the Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur.
At a orange plantation for a traditional Brazilian luncheon, 2001.
At Michael’s grave in July 2013, Twigworth Church, Gloucestershire.
In Morocco, on the Atlantic beach, 2019.
With Ramelle Sarna.
The guestbook. Antwerp 2015.
With John Schaefer and George Emblom, Worcester Cathedral.
With Kevin Cherry at Sutton Mawr Farm outside of Cardiff.
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.