✈️ Greetings from Paris, fellow seekers! As I sit here in the Chapel of the Miraculous Medal, I feel compelled to share the full story of my journey – not just the physical one across Europe, but the spiritual path that led me here.
Three months ago, I quit my corporate job in Singapore. Everyone called it a quarter-life crisis, but I knew it was something deeper – a calling I couldn’t ignore. My only companions: a backpack, a journal, and my grandmother’s Miraculous Medal.
The “lost passport in Rome” incident I mentioned earlier? There’s so much more to that story. I had spent the morning at St. Peter’s Basilica, feeling overwhelmed by the crowds and my own questions about faith. In my rush to leave, I dropped my passport without realizing it. Hours later, in complete panic, I found myself drawn back to the Vatican.
That’s where I met Sister Maria Grazia – an 80-year-old nun with the brightest eyes I’ve ever seen. She not only had my passport but invited me to stay at the convent for three days. Those days changed everything. The sisters shared stories of miracles, both grand and subtle, that they’d witnessed over decades of service.
Since then, this journey has become a pilgrimage of sorts. In Barcelona, I helped a homeless artist sell his paintings, wearing a medal identical to mine. In Munich, I found myself translating for a Korean family lost in a cathedral – they too wore medals. Each encounter feels divinely orchestrated.
Now in Paris, at the very chapel where the Miraculous Medal originated, I understand what my grandmother meant when she said, “The medal doesn’t create miracles – it opens your eyes to see them.”
Tomorrow, I head to Lourdes, then to Fatima. My original three-month trip has evolved into a year-long exploration of sacred sites. I’m documenting everything – the stories, the people, the little miracles – for a book I hope to write.
To anyone feeling called to step out in faith: the first step is the hardest, but you’re never walking alone.
Blessings from the road,
WanderlustSoul_93 🌍