Wherever and whenever we travel, the various countries, cities, scenic splendors, or historic places affect and shape us in different ways. We are generally not the same after an exchange with another culture or landscape of the world. If we return unchanged we have missed something precious. When we come home it often feels like I have experienced six months of living in two weeks due to the richness and intensity of life that is packed into most tours. We should be older, more mature, wiser. After unpacking, I always try to allow some quiet moments to let the people and vistas settle into my soul and find a comfortable place to occupy my memory. I call this “lingering time.” Though not still in a foreign country I haven’t completely left it either. No tour is really over for me until the lingering time has taken place. This happens when the mind firmly holds on to the memories and allows them to mellow, to teach, to edify, and to lift in a continuous manner. The enjoyments become permanent, something to revisit in the mind and the heart smiles in response. Sometimes at the end of the year, I contemplate all the places we have been and try to measure which ones have had the greatest impact on my soul by the amount of lingering time I find myself devoting to that place and the renewal of the impressions received. Many times I am not surprised by the leading imprints on my heart, but occasionally life brings its own unanticipated wonder. Two years ago Red Square in Moscow was just such a place.