This is the Church from which (the soon to be excommunicated) Father Miguel Hidalgo issued his “Grito de Dolores”, the cry for Independence from the hated Spaniards.
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I like your blog posts very much, admire your spirit of adventure and cultural respectfulness, and think your photos are very nice.
ReplyDeleteYour mention of cowboy country and Roy Rogers reminded me of a song that he did and that Kathy Mattea covered that I have always loved, so I'm sending it along to you and your wife:
Here's Hopin'
By the way you watch the sunset I can tell
Soon you'll saddle up that ole strawberry roan
Bid goodbye to the goodnight loving train
And set off to blaze a new train of your own
And I know you'll travel light like you always do
But you'll always take a part of me with you
Here's hopin' there's an open road before you
Here's hopin' that your aim is always true
And when you're trying to outrun that setting sun
Here's hopin' that you do
I know you'll try to hold to higher ground
And stay one day ahead of the storm
But when a northern blows and the rain keeps pouring down
May you find a place to keep you safe and warm
They say every cowboy finds a home somewhere
But friend until your travels take you there
Here's hopin' there's an open road before you
Here's hopin' that your aim is always true
And when you're trying to outrun that setting sun
Here's hopin' that you do
If the trail looks bad and you need to double back
Here's hopin' that you do
I forgot to check the lyrics. Of course, it's Goodnight Loving Trail and a new trail, not, duh..., train!
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