There is beauty everywhere. I love coming up on these houses and very small communities, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, and finding all the beautiful flowers and generational homes.
A small church (or chapel, really) had this beautiful cross at the front door and then twelve crosses spaced down the very long winding road that lead up to it. There is some much ornate cement, rock, and woodwork in these ancient churches. Joe and I did walk into a monastery this morning while they were praying the morning hours. It was so nice to sit and pray with them.
