So today we went up to San Juan Capistrano for Papi's Day and there's this basilica there. Mind you, I go to church all the time, but this place was more elaborate and beautiful than any church I've ever been in, and the churches in New England are wicked big and beautiful. I can't show you pics because for some reason my pics didn't upload to FB, but I can show you this pic of St. Peregrine, my mother's patron saint of cancer patients:
And when I walked into that church, it was so amazingly powerful, and when I knelt down to pray, it was as if I was returning to the faith after a long time away, which of course is not true in the slightest. It was just so powerful being in there and hearing the choir sing and praying and just being close with God.
That's all I got to say. Oh, and here's a bonus pic of me with a Native American dude:
Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face.
Moses supposes his toeses are roses but Moses supposes erroneously.
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