We got up early, at quarter to seven, to go to the church up the hill. Well, almost all of us. It´s a teeny little chapel, with four benches and a cement podium and alter. The Padre was quite young, I think in his thirties, adn walked in carrying a guitar, which was way out of tune. It was great. We were there for a little over an hour and a half (ooooops) but it didn´t feel like that long, proably because I was really trying to follow what he was saying, and singing, and the Spanish was somewhat getting by me. He was very liberal, especially for a Catholic preist. He was open to alternative sexuality, Patrick read the Bible passage, and he incorporated the natural world into his lecture, a kind of fusion of
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