Part 2: Avila
Oh the weather! Spring rains followed us to Avila, as we walked in the footsteps to Spain’s Patroness, St. Teresa. It is the 400th jubilee of the reformer, mystic, author and doctor of the Church.
Add mediator. A big fight erupted over the carnation in statue’s hand.
Forced smiles for a mom moment.
Our self-guided tour took us through the church and museum the first afternoon,
and her primary monastery, where she spent the majority of her religious life before beginning her reforms, the following day.
Cate motioning the size of the chuleton we ate for lunch.
It’s a miracle we didn’t damage the wall’s foundation waddling around after that feast.
Ken: “C’mon girls, more relics and archives this way!”
Their hiding place will improve once the leaves sprout.
During our gift shop visit the girls received bags of broken, unconsecrated host pieces. I keep reminding them where they can find a lifetime supply…
Girls: “Run! Run for you lives! They are going to lock us in the cloister!”
Parents: “Comeback! The Semana Santa floats are on display in the cathedral! This is big!”
A display that actually appeals to them.
So we made time for both. That’s the beauty of Catholicism, merging contraries. It’s the both/and religion. Scripture and tradition… faith and reason… grace and nature.
It’s a shame they’ll probably only remember the cookies and ribeye.
Or will they… ?
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