Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Living My Best Life

It's possible I contracted Phil's cold. I feel like I've been punched in the nose/throat.

Church ended at 8:30pm last night. The bells started up again this morning around 7. The loud praying started at 9:30am. And then, honest to goodness, there was a procession around the block led by a marching band. I wanted to shoot video proof for you, but I desisted. Someone was bound to see the rubbernecking American filming from the balcony. 

This has, by far, been the biggest churchy-to-do we've seen across the street, including the weddings. 

A freaking marching band!

I watched them go around the corner, then I waddled back to the couch.

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