The location of the Meliá Gaia
Monference centre, relative to
‘My House’.

Well, fortunately for me, the whole christening-in-Porto thing has migrated across denominations, obviating the need for me to "Fetch a Priest" after all. So I’m off to Porto at the end of October to become, weirdly, a Godfather.

I’m not really sure how the thing morphed from being a Catholic christening to being whatever-it’s-going-to-be-now, but I do really hope it wasn’t anything directly to do with me. I mean, it might have been, I suppose, but there must have been other reasons not to do it the Holy Roman way. After all, my friend married a catholic, from a catholic country, in a catholic church, in another catholic country, and now lives in that original catholic country, but his wife (I count her a friend too, you understand) is not now having her first-born christened a catholic.

I won’t pretend to understand it, as I don’t know the imperatives behind it, and I don’t even know what it’s going to be now… But it seems like it will be Anglican, just because in a Google Talk chat my friend (doing his Professer Farnsworth) said

good news. Anglicanism seems promising.

Whatever. Flights booked, time off work booked and a few nights in a hotel pretty near to Pete’s house (see the picture he sent me from Google Earth), also booked. I just need to work out how to get my self there with my christening outfit intact, whilst still keeping my luggage down to a comfortable size. Christ, I hate hauling suitcases around, particularly as I’ll be coming back via Stansted and a train journey from there via Euston to Bare is in the offing. Last time I went over there (Porto, not Bare) I got away with 1 small piece of hand-luggage. This time I’ll also need to carry a suit, a tie, and probably a warm jumper, since it’ll be November in Portugal, and quite possibly in England, too.

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