An Unorthodox Sunday Tradition
It was a Sunday when my boyfriend met my parents, so as the church bells in town chimed, we got in the car and drove — past the chapels of various denominations — and into the woods. On his first time hiking a trail that my family has trekked down too many times to count, mud got all over his green Vans sneakers.
My family hikes the way other families go to church.
My parents were raised observing religion the normal way, faithfully attending services in drafty old buildings with beautiful stained glass windows. There were ironed shirts and shiny shoes for those mornings.
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[fa type=»file-text»] Fuente: New York Times
[fa type=»camera”] Autor de la imagen: Martin Cathrae | Flickr