I met two nuns in Florence many years ago. They accepted my invitation to have a coffee. These nuns must have been much more liberal minded than nuns I had known when I was in a Catholic elementary school. These two were quite open minded and even accepted ‘caffe corretto’ when it was offered.
We discussed many topics but they were liveliest when we began discussing the meaning of life and the brutal truths in it. Their second cups of coffee really opened up the discussion. In fact, one of them got so engaged she exclaimed that the only way to clearly explain her view of the brutal truth of life was to do it in the ‘Italian way,” with her hands. Here she is…
