Wanderlust Chronicles

  My family: I was born on October 31, 1980, into a devout, conservative, and traditional Catholic family. The church was the focal point of our lives. We began each day with mass and actively participated in all church activities. Every evening, we gathered for family prayer. We embarked on pilgrimages together and even engaged in annual retreats. Consequently, I believe I received a strong spiritual upbringing from my family, inheriting many of the qualities that shape my spiritual life today.   Culture and tradition : I hail from a region in Kerala where the Christian population outweighs that of Hindus and Muslims, possibly in the southern part of India. Our community has a rich Christian tradition deeply rooted in faith. Despite occasional criticisms of priests, our churches remain full, indicating a strong devotion among the laity. Our area holds significance in the history of Christianity, believed to have been home to Christians since the first century, particularly associat

Our journey began on a balmy morning at the iconic Gare Montparnasse in Paris.  Alongside me were my Jesuit companions, Jack Jermanos and Shaddy, both dear friends from Centre Sevre, Faculté de Jésuits de Paris. As we settled into our seats aboard the train, excitement mingled with a hint of nostalgia for the memories we were leaving behind. The train ride from Paris to Bayonne stretched for six hours and thirty minutes, a leisurely passage through the French countryside. Rolling hills, quaint villages, and fields of sunflowers painted a picturesque scene outside our windows. Conversations flowed freely as we reminisced about our time in Paris, sharing laughter and contemplation in equal measure. Byonne to St Jean Pied de Port  Upon reaching Bayonne, we embarked on the next leg of our journey by bus, bound for St Jean Pied de Port. Nestled in the foothills of the Pyrenees, this charming town welcomed us with open arms. Our spirits soared as we breathed in the crisp mountain air, eager