This evening we arrived at the home of Sr Frances and her little dog Sioni. I felt very tired as we had travelled to a place called Cardiff.
It was a misty evening but the house was warm and we were made very welcome. We tethered our donkey and watched St Frances decorate a tree – it seems a very strange custom having a tree inside a house.
Sr Frances explained that the tree was a spruce and it came from a country called Norway although it reminded us of the cypresses on the banks of the River Jordan.
We rested whilst the tree was decorated with lovely coloured lights.
Sr Frances gave Jospeh a warm drink called mulled wine and I had a glass of milk. There was a sense of a great celebration that would soon be happening. As the night closed in we sat quietly and I looked at the star twinkling at the top of the tree and thought to myself that I would see this again very soon.
Joseph and I settled down to a quiet night wondering what tomorrow would bring.