When we were young, we'd vacation on Cape Cod for a week sometimes. Sunday would roll around, and our parents would want to take us to church.
But Mom, it's vacation.
We'd go to the church named after some Saint we never heard of, filled with strangers. There wasn't even any stained glass. There were no elderly Italian women in the last pew, dressed all in black because they were widows. It was like a whole different religion. It was fun to stand on the step after, and feel a different sun in a different sky beaming on your face. A Cape Cod sun.