There's something about the tolling of church bells.....

There's something about the tolling of church bells that soothes my soul, leaving me with an all-around good feeling.  I can hear the church bells from my house as the church is only a couple of blocks away.  As I hear the bells, I'm reminded that Mass is about to start and that I must quicken my steps.  Sometimes I jog my way up the street and up the church steps, anticipating with joy what message I'll receive that day.   The peals are music to my ears no matter when and what church I happen to be in.  When we revisited Europe two years ago, we sought out the church in every city, from the Vatican to Our Lady of Fatima, and back. 

I gave you the location of St. James of Santiago de Compostela in Spain, but can you guess where the churches in the top pictures are located?  Hint: two equally lovely islands very dear to my heart.  Give up...
Limerick, Ireland, and Cabo Rojo, Puerto Rico.  Of course, equally dear to my heart is St. Peter's in River Edge, where the bell tower was a gift from a dear and beloved friend, Eileen O'Donnell, before she passed away.