Vilnius, Lithuania
sounds like a scary place of your just looking at the name.
maybe because it reminds me of villain.
It was a great city. Alot of reds and browns.
Venturing outside of the old town was even nice.
Spray painted doors in an alley.
Hidden away from heavy foot traffic, we found this message a bit off the map.
Our trip had just begun and already my shoulder was hurting from my bacpack.
Lisa was a good pal and opted to carry it for a little ways.
The Hill of Three Crosses.
Lisa and I climbed an enormous set of eroded, muddy steps to get to the top of this hill.
Offering a bit of history and a great view, i'd say the hike was well worth it.
We went to daily mass inside this gorgeous church. I dare say it was the most beautiful church i have ever attended mass.
The service was not in English, which, surprisingly, made us listen even more intently.
Its amazing, this faith.
Everywhere around this world, mass is held. Sure it might be in a different language and setting, but it doesnt matter.
It doesn't matter where your from or what language you speak, going to mass is like having a piece of home with you wherever your journey takes you.
The church, the songs, communion...its all the same.
No matter where you go.
