On Saturday morning, we ventured to the town of Wolfgang. The lakes were crystal clear, the air cold and pure and I was in paradise. The church that we visited is said to have been built with the help of the Devil. The priest that was trying to build the church couldn't finish it. The Devil offered to help him if the first soul that entered the doors of the church would be his. So the priest accepted the help of the Devil, and when the church was finally finished, he left the door open during the night. In the middle of the night, a lone wolf ventured into the doors of the church. The Devil was pissed, and the priest had a new church! I try to light a candle in every church I visit in Europe - at this church, I lit one under the statue of Mary with so many different colored and beautifully made rosaries that had been draped around her hands. I lit the candle for my older sister, and have never been so overcome with emotions. There is something about the churches here that makes you feel so...humbled. They are so large and grandeur, but they are also quiet and a little sad. Everytime I walk in the doors, I feel the weight of the burdens of every soul that has walked through the doors over all those hundreds of years. It feels like your chest will burst, until you look up at windows and the statues watching you with their concerned eyes. I kneeled behind an older woman from the village and heard her whispering prayers under her breath. We both sat there, praying, for quite awhile. After she was finished, she stood up, placed her hand on my head and when I looked up, smiled at me before making her way out of the pew. God is ever-present in these mountains.