Our family relatives in Leon, took us to Cristo Rey. It was a beautiful church on a mountain top. I remember we ran out of gas going up the mountain. No one stressed out, people brought us gas so we could make it to the top. I remember Dad loved it there. He sat and prayed and then we went out to the ledge to look over the valley. He said if I looked hard enough I would see the sign of the cross in the valley. I hope to make a return trip someday to this church.
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