Francisco Bolanos, christened the spot in 1602.

It was Padre Arguello's farewell, as he was to sail for Acapulco in a
few days, and the country people had come for many miles to do him
honour. All had been much surprised when old Ambrosia Moreno entered the
church and, with Ysidria, knelt through the service. Madre Moreno had
not been to service or confession since her father's death, indeed I had
heard her once make a blasphemous jest about the most holy Mass, and
good Padre Andreas at San Anselmo, in whose flock she was the blackest
sheep, gave her up as lost here and hereafter; so there was much
surprise at the Madre's action. Catalina was simply indignant at this
desecration, as she called it, and wondered that the beads had not
burned her fingers.

The sermon was long and dull, but I did not mind these defects, or
rather thought them virtues, for my mind was not interrupted in the
contemplation of Ysidria.

I felt like laughing with delight all the day, and wore far from what is
called now-a-days, a "Sunday face."

There was a bull and bear fight in the afternoon, but Ysidria and I
preferred a walk on the bluffs; of course, Madre Moreno went with us,
but she considerately, or by chance, kept by herself. Madre Moreno had
allowed her niece and myself a freedom of intercourse not at all in
keeping with Californian customs, but she took upon her the duties of
dueña at Bolinas, so that the many visitors should find no chance for
wonder or remark. Catalina and the others of my household, went to the
fight.