The forest was dense in these parts. It hardly looked residential. Maybe we were on our way to a farm or some camp site? I didn't know for sure, and no one bothered to inform me. I focused on a large white and brown owl perched on branch of a tall leafless tree. It was still and silent. As if it was waiting for something. Watching.
"We have arrived." Uncle Sean spoke without opening his eyes.
"Where?" I asked.
"Bethlehem."
"Bethlehem?"
"Where else would we go on a pilgrimage?"
I didn't answer. There was nothing I could say. I knew the definition of pilgrimage. I mean I've been going to Catholic school since I was three.
So, what does a spiritual journey in Bethlehem, PA have to do with anything? I mean, is it really the right time to go and reflect on my faith when Vampires were hun
