fede di origine

I'm leaving for the UK in two days. Apart from my obvious excitement to see my one true love again, my enthusiasm has a religious flavor. Yes, I mean a trip to Scotland, England, and Italy will be historically enlightening with regard to my 'faith of origin'. But I am also quite sure that it promises something a bit deeper than educational reflection. Walking where the church patriarchs and leaders of classical and medieval Europe made monumental contributions to the development of Christianity, seeing the places where these men and women made courageous (and often fatal) stands for what they believed in, and, no less, visiting the locations of grotesque and horrific acts that were committed in the name of κυριος και σωτηρας should, I hope, give me greater affirmation for my desire to promote collaboration and peace among religious traditions and ethnic groups. I imagine that it will also deeply re-impress upon me a feeling of godlessness and mistrust in any conceptions regarding the supernatural.
But other than that, I hope to be very much surprised. Whatever mystical feeling, rational sentiment, or conglomeration of the two comes my way, I hope to embrace it with open arms and be willing to preserve it for future reflection. A wise woman once told me that international travel changes everything about you, not least your cosmology. In preparation of this (if that is even possible), I am conditioning myself to let the waters of Derrida's neologism, diffèrance, to wash over me in waves of cultural ineptitude on my part and objectively decentralized significance on the part of the visit. In short, I cannot wait. However, there are two more sleeps between me and my journey.