In 1997, as a sophomore in college, I studied abroad in Granada, Spain. I returned home having decided to be a Spanish major and having told Jesus I was open to the possibility of being a priest. It was a good year and Spain would forever be in my heart.
During my second year of seminary, I discovered that among the many rites of the Catholic Church there is an ancient rite of Spain now called the Hispanic-Mozarabic Rite. I was thrilled. I already had a love for liturgy and the different rites of the church and to discover that my beloved Spain had her own rite — I couldn’t wait to learn more.
