When I was a breezy wild teenager I took a summer road trip to Canada with my guitar-playing boyfriend. We hitch-hiked around the back roads of Quebec, New Brunswick and Ontario, all the while playing chords from Leonard Cohen songs, and I was left with a lifelong love for and fascination with little highway shrines.
Fast forward to my husband's and my 25th anniversary five years ago, when we travelled Ireland in a rental car (Irish steering wheel on "wrong" side, driving on "wrong" side of road!)on a pilgrimage/vacation that included St. Kevin's monastery at Glendalough and St. Brighid's Abbey at Kildare, and anumbe rof lovely highway shrines. So, happy Feast of Saint Francis, and may every day be for you a highway shrine on the long road back to Heaven.
Fast forward to my husband's and my 25th anniversary five years ago, when we travelled Ireland in a rental car (Irish steering wheel on "wrong" side, driving on "wrong" side of road!)on a pilgrimage/vacation that included St. Kevin's monastery at Glendalough and St. Brighid's Abbey at Kildare, and anumbe rof lovely highway shrines. So, happy Feast of Saint Francis, and may every day be for you a highway shrine on the long road back to Heaven.
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