
It’s amazing that after a few days into my trip to Europe I already found what I was seeking. It was in a small town in Bosnia and Herzegovina called Medjugorje. There, was the apparition site of Our Lady of Medjagorje. My friend Vivian and I drove from Split, Croatia and crossed the border to Bosnia.
I was seeking peace, simplicity and tranquility in my life, and as we arrived to the site in the village, I knew it was on top of that hill. We hiked up to the hill…my heart beat heavily with anticipation. As I got to the top I saw the most beautiful woman ever…there she was, Our Lady of Medjugorje. There stood a statue of the Virgin Mary, depcited as described by the children who saw the apparition in 1981.
“She is 18 to 20 years old, slender and around 165 cm tall. Her face is long and oval with black hair. Her eyes are blue with delicate eye lashes and thin black eyebrows. She has a nice, little nose and rosy cheeks. She has beautiful reddish thin lips and her smile is more like some indescribable gentleness. It’s visible as if somehow under her skin.”
There at the shrine was a group of Italian pilgrims. To see in the eyes of these people was simply life-changing…tears of joy about their journey to this very sacred site (regardless of what people believe). At this site, there were no egos or selfishness, but a sense of humility and thankfulness.
I brought some rosaries up that Vivian bought from the gift shop, but they were unblessed. I’m glad I still remembered how to speak Italian and asked with my broken American accent, “Scusi, dove e padre?” which means “excuse me, where is the priest?” They quickly called for the priest to come over. He looked at me and I asked:
Ti benedirò questo rosari, padre? (Will you bless these rosaries, father?)
He replied, “Sarebbe il mio onore, mio figlio” (It would be my honor, my son)
It doesn’t matter what religion one is or what one believes or doesn’t believe, this was beautiful. This area was a convergence of cultures and people seeking the same thing: peace.
We sat on the hill for a few hours, just to witness what was in front of us: a statue accompanied by world travelers, looking over the horizon of the country.
I noticed an elderly Italian man, who could barely stand up, hitting the rocks with his cane. It’s a tradition to bring rocks back from Medjugorje. I realized what he was trying to do and ran over to him. Together we looked for stones that were big enough to break. I grabbed another stone and hit the other one to break it into small pieces. “Molto difficile da rompere,” he said, which means “very hard to break.” He gave me a hug and said “grazie mille.” We shared some tears of joy…two strangers who traveled to the same place…whose lives crossed paths.
This is what I was looking for: conversation with friends and strangers alike, as I seek peace, simplicity and tranquility.
Like the myth goes, I was able to stare directly at the sun. Believe it or not.