We live across from this hill with a white statue on it.  I see it every day.  One day, I decided Nicholas should carry me up that hill.  He wanted to put me in a bag.  I wanted him to hand carry me.  We found a compromise.

And with that, I guess I can say I’ve now done the Santiago tourist thing.  That’s the Virgen, aka the-white-statue-I-see-on-the-hill-across-from-my-house.