A random thought but as two of the most doubting disbelievers, we cannot help but be fascinated by relgion as we travel.
Traipsing around nearly every extravagant gold-laced Catholic church and never skipping the local village-made wooden houses of worship in Latin America. When we barely know what the inside of our local church looks like.
Delving into the world of the Qur'an and praying with local families, now our very dear Muslim friends from Tunisia, yet we haven't read one page of the bible.
Talking with monks and marvelling at the Buddhist temples in Thailand, exploring and researching every inch of the Khmer Hindu ruins in Laos, visiting graveyards and spying on ceremonies in Vietnam.
We even turned our attention to Caodaism, a religion we never even heard of before visiting Vietnam, after walking past an unusual yet beautiful structure topped with a symbolic eye in a triangle. Man did that send us down a rabbit hole.
Religion, a topic we have ignored and one we ran from as soon as we had the freedom and choice to do so. Yet, a subject that draws us in across nearly every town, community, city and country we visit.
So on we go, fascinated, curious and eager to learn, because at the end of the day it is our beliefs that can unite or divide us all.