The flight to Dublin went smoothly enough. After a lay over of about an hour and a half, the flight to Geneva took off. Both flights were pretty uneventful - my preference for air travel.
It took a while to learn the Swiss rail system, but very helpful people made it possible. In the first train I mistakenly went in the "first class" car without knowing it. It was more than half way that the conductor checked tickets and informed me that I should be in second class. Oops. Going into the second class's car, it was still more comfortable than trains in the USA. I think Europe has far surpassed the US in train service.
The last mode of transportation was a bus from Orsieres to the Gran San Bernard Hispice. A welcome cup of tea was offered by Brother Frederic (a deacon in the Augustinian community) who set me up with a bed in a room shared by another deacon hiking in the Alps. I never met the other deacon, whose bags and clothes were in the room, but was to show up the next day. Vespers with the Brothers, Sister, and Prieats of the community followed by dinner and then Saturday night Mass for Sunday was all in French. Due to jet lag and perhaps not understanding a single word of the liturgy, I was quite frequently nodding off during Mass.
The next morning after Lauds and Breakfast I hoisted my backpack, took up my walking stick, and started along the Via Francigena.
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