Off book again and blissfully ignorant (Drive Day 25 minus 14 days)
Why is it that not knowing the name of this little locked-up chapel makes me so happy? I can’t find any reference to it in guidebooks or my mother’s journal. It feels dropped from the sky, a reward for taking the time to stop and admire it. Gary even forgives the prickly pear cactus he sits on while capturing this photograph. We’re back on un-schedule.
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