Here is a link that will tell you all about Blessed Stephen, who was renowned for his education of boys.
Naturally, there was a gift shop which was inundated by our group. I found a beautiful image of St. Joseph and the Holy Child that I bought for my father. It was then that I encountered J at the counter, trying to get someone to pay for his purchases. Later, I was approached by the woman with whom I had shared a suite the first night who complained to me that J kept asking her for money because he had not exchanged his for euros. She told me this would be the last time she was going to spot him. It occurred to me that perhaps he could not figure out money and didn't know how to ask for help. I pointed that out to her and she said while I might be correct, she was nevertheless going to refrain from lending him any more money as she felt he was starting to milk his situation.
After our tour of the church, we took a long walk through a wooded area to the restaurant where we would be having lunch. An impossible set of steps awaited us and it was quite an effort to help some of the more elderly travelers traverse those steps. We sat down in a rustic dining room that offered a beautiful view of the hills. We had not one but two kinds of pasta followed by chicken, pork, potatoes and salad. The lunch was topped off by a delicious homemade fruit-filled tart and espresso. The owner took all of us into the kitchen to meet the woman who had done all the cooking. This meal would be one of my favorites.
The Augustinian priest who was directing the religious portion of our travels wanted to take us to the church dedicated to St. Augustine in Rome so we could visit the altar where St Monica's remains were entombed. Here is a photo of an image of the Virgin Mary in the rear of the Basilica where infertile couples come to pray to plead their cause. In return for having their prayers answered, they leave bibs in pink or blue inscribed with their babies' names as prayers of thanksgiving.
It was at St. Monica's tomb (pictured below) that I prayed especially for all of us who are pleading for the conversion of our children. I lit a candle as well for everyone's intentions.
Following our visit, we took the short walk over to the Navona Piazza, where we had an hour to kill before returning to our hotel for dinner. I had eaten so much at Genazzano that I had already decided I would not be eating dinner that evening, and also because I decided to indulge in a tartufo at the infamous Tre Scalini. I got mine to go. Too much chocolate for my liking but the whipped cream was divine. There was nothing of religious interest here but I did pick up a couple of scarves from a street vendor for my girls. I hadn't noticed this at the time I bought them, but they would make beautiful mantillas, so I gave the ivory one to Rebecca upon my return home.