They say there are mountains around Vancouver.
I don’t believe it.
There is only a solid gray science fiction like void of clouds.
I could be in Gary, Indiana, for all the mountains I see here.
Anyway… without mountains, I visited St. Peter and Paul parish where Fr. Horgan has made some fine stained glass windows, with great elements worked in. They depict the beatitudes with saints and blesseds who exemplify those beatitudes.
I don’t remember the name of the Austrian sister who has killed by the Nazis because she took down their swastikas and nailed crucifixes to the walls of her clinic. She has a stethoscope here, and a mug of beer. She liked beer.
The pastor’s little cat is in one window.
In a window for the Nativity, Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd have brought junior who brought the Christ Child his little rocking horse toy as a gift. Sweet.
We visited rapidly the Holy Rosary Cathedral.
In your hours off in Vancouver you could stop in for some pot (medicinal, of course).
We also had the chance to visit a nice little Chinese scholars garden, built in the style of those in Suzhou. Always visit Chinese gardens… especially the one in Portland.