funny feelings..at St Francis

so i am not sure if it was exhaustion, stimulus to the art, since i have dreamed of seeing Giotto's paintings in Assisi since i was introduced to them back in 1989 in early Renaissance art class..or perhaps, because i though it was not going to find a room in Assisi and i was so relieved i did...or because i had just lugged myself and the bags up steep mideaval village and realized that i might have some problems walking for long distances if it was going to be like this..so fear...or also perhaps because the whole adventure just got that much realer because here i was actually in st Francis church and my starting point...or perhaps more groovy causes, St Francis really was a Bodhisattva in the realized sense and his molecules are radiating thru the church...either way... i realized i could easily start weeping... i was definitely emotionally overwhelmed when i realized i was 'there'.... i sat down in the cave like tomb area for a while absorbing all the positive energy i could and requested St Francis to bless my journey... i was delighted like a kid, getting my first stamp in the credential passport, i had been directed to the stamp by a nice Fanciskan monk