The second day we woke up, went to mass and herd an amazing homily, a friar homily as I call them. We then ate breakfast and met this guy in his early thirties who is discerning a vocation. We invited him to breakfast and he ended up following us for that entire day, it was no doubt Providence that the friars and this guy crossed paths. Our first stop was St. Patrick’s Cathedral. We said an express novena to Our Lady to help us find parking, it’s so expensive in the city. That guy (I can’t remember his name) went half way with Father so that we could park in a garage. We then get to the Cathedral and mass is going on. It was very strange. Mass, the greatest thing that could ever be done was happening at that very moment and people were still walking around and looking at the art and the side chapels and such as if nothing was happening. We then did adoration in the chapel in the back of the alter and waited outside until mass was over. We also got to see the crypt, that was because of the friars habits, they work similar to tickets in some instances.  :)

 We then saw all there was to see there and went to St. Vincent Ferrer’s, a church run by Dominican friars. This church should have been a cathedral, it was the most beautiful church I’ve ever seen. It was if you got sucked back into the Medieval period. I can’t really describe it, just if you are ever in NY look it up!

After that we went to the Mother Cabreny shrine. Apart from being a very ugly church we met some surprisingly rock solid converts. The husband was a Muslim and his wife a Jew and they were converted and received the sacriments at the Vatican. He had a first class relic of St. Pio that we got to venerate and he gave us a second class relic of some Franciscan saint (a short little guy, always in the confessional if you think you have a clue let me know). Another thing that was amazing was that the Shrine was run by some very good sisters. They wanted to go back into their full habit. How often do you hear that! So pray for them because their Chapter’s coming up and they don’t think it’s gonna fly, unfortunately. 

That was day two. Sorry it wasn’t nearly as interesting as my subway story but it took me so long to get this out because of homework and such and because of that I forgot a lot of the details. You also had to be there for a lot of it too, many of the little miracles that happened that day would only be understood if you were fully knowledgeable of all the escapades of that day. Just rember one thing, if you are ever in New York try to make a visit to St. Vincent Ferrer. The picture I posted doesn’t do it any justice.