Sylvia and the Nun

Hello my darlings!

It was my first Sunday of the semester in Wroclaw so the night before I Google mapped churches near my dorm. I found one that was 25 minutes away on foot, so I wrote down all the directions and the next morning I left a good 40 minutes early to catch the 12:00 Mass.

Oh lawd.

I was on the correct street and I was supposed to look for "Ladna" street next, but after 18 minutes passed and Ul. Ladna was nowhere to be found I knew I was lost.

I decided to just keep walking straight and not make any drastic turns. I figured, "This is Poland. There are churches everywhere. I'll just look up and around and find a steeple and pop in."

I kept walking and another 7 minutes passed. And I began to worry that I was really lost, and sad that I might not get to my destination. And then, like my very own angelic guide sent down to help me when I was but a lost travller, I saw a nun. A NUN!

So I followed that nun with such stealth (I didn't want to frighten her with my eager feet), and glee!

And then she went into her apartment complex.

I stopped and laughed.

Now what?

"Go AGAINST the nun," I thought to myself. I.e. the direction she potentially came from.

There was a main road up ahead so I decided to walk to it and then  go on the nun's trail, or what I hoped was her trail.

I turned the corner, walked a few steps and found myself near a crosswalk. I looked up. To my right, behind some trees, I saw two large steeples touching the sky.

I had found it.

I FOUND THE CHURCH!

What I think happened.

Later I realized it was actually the Wroclaw Cathedral. And I was 20 minutes late because the Mass actually started at 11:30, but whatever.

And that is how a nun on her way home for Sunday chicken noodle soup guided me to Church.

Love always,
S

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