One day we were enjoying 72 degree weather (with sun!); the next day we were fighting a snowstorm (in southern Missouri). A 40 degree temperature change. With lots of wind. Just plain strange.
Now we’re in Santa Fe, NM. Lots of sun, but chilly. I’ve never been here before. It’s a nice little town with lots of old stuff. It has the oldest house in America and the oldest church. In fact, there’s a bell in the church that was made in 1365. Eventually it found its way to Santa Fe. There’s even a hammer sitting next to it so that you can ring it (it has a beautiful tone). A man inside the church said that if you ring it you’ll come back to Santa Fe.
This statue resides at a different church that is young by comparison (St. Francis Basilica, built in the 1800’s). I’ve been in some beautiful churches in my travels, especially in places like Charleston and Savannah, but St. Francis – in my opinion – beats them all. It’s just spectacularly beautiful on the inside. It’s strange that I have such an affinity for beautiful churches. If someone told me that I had to attend a Sunday service at one of them I’d hightail it out of town. In a heartbeat. But I’ll gladly spend a great deal of time visiting them and admiring the artwork and the architecture. Go figure.