We set out this past Sunday, eager and bright-eyed, and a little too early. We ended up at church with 30 or so minutes to spare before the service. So what do we do? Walk around like we own the place, of course. We decided against going in the bookstore - Red Flag. What kind of a church has a bookstore? - and instead walked through random hallways. The church had a lot of nook and cranny courtyards everywhere, and I liked to look out the windows at all the different foliage. Out one window, I saw what I thought was a turtle statue under a bench. Weird placement for a turtle statue, in my mind. I needed a second opinion.
"Wait...is that a real turtle?"
"Nn - YES. YES. It just moved. Did you see it move?"
"Let's go out there! Can we go out there?"
"Did you see it move?"
The door to the courtyard was unlocked, so of course we went in closer to check out this turtle situation. He started running as only turtles can run when we got close to him.
"Do you think he snaps? Can I pick him up? Or do you think he'll snap and bite me?"
"I wouldn't. You never know."
Ben turns and looks into the distance, pondering the implications of turtle bites.
Meanwhile, Molly clambers into the flower bed and snatches up the little booger.
"Hey...will you take a picture of me with this turtle?"
By now, I've forgiven the bookstore incident because this church had a live turtle hanging out in its courtyard. After placing the fellow back down in his monkey grass jungle, we haunted the halls some more until it was time to enter the sanctuary, which by this time was filling up with little old ladies with brooches and old men in bowties. A wave of belonging washed over our little adventure club. We even considered signing up for a portrait session for the church directory. Which was bittersweet, since our plan to adventure to multiple churches kind of dies if we find one we like. Never fear, though. I have a feeling we'll be able to keep the adventures alive.
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