In contrast to Santa Cruz which has lots going on, with a little bit mission identity, San Juan Batista feels like it is all about the mission.
It's a cute tourist town with galleries and plenty of restaurants. Yelpers give a slight edge to Jardines de San Juan but they had a wait so we tried Dona Esther. That's a lot more cheddar cheese than I like (prefer none) but it blended in and I thought that the chicken breast stewed with peppers was especially good.
The mission grounds are part of an expansive state park. The cemetery
overlooks a beautiful valley.
We arrived as one o'clock Spanish Mass was starting. The priest was
lively, imploring that we stop seeking the comfort of God and start seeking
God. (I had to look up "consuelo"). There was standing room only, and Mass ran late ..still rolling at two fifteen, so I didn't take any photos inside. The congregation was beautiful, multi generation families, each generation taller. I wonder if one o'clock is a popular time for mass in Spanish, or if a
priest needs to travel from another parish.
The setting is lovely,
|We learned in fourth grade that the Padres taught the neophytes carpentry.|
|St. John the Baptist by Thomas Marsh|
|Grave of Ascension Solorzano|