(As always, the old stuff can be found here.) Wherever I travel in the world, I spend a lot of time poking around old churches. To be sure, this does not imply any sanctity on my part: I am there to get a sense of the place, or for the history, or the architecture, or the iconography (or lack thereof.) In 2014, I was traveling in Georgia with my friend Michael. This was his first exposure to the country; but my fourth. We would visit a church that I knew would make an impression, and as often as not, there would be a service underway (there usually is in Georgia). He would want to stay and pray. Too soon, I would be ready to move on, which is not exactly to my credit.
I can't wait for your new travelogue!