Three friendly church ladies, each representing a different European country, came a knocking last night. Apparently the local catholic priest had sent them out saying that the people won't come to church of their own accord, you need to wrangle them in, or words to that effect given my imperfect Dutch. So knock they did. We chatted and laughed a bit, each of us with our thick non-Dutch accent, about god and stuff before I waved them on wishing them better luck at their port of call. Oddly, I had biked to Monster (a former pilgrimage site) earlier in the day to visit op shops and photograph on the beach. That's where the beauty above comes from.