Is it bad if I only go to church as a tourist?

Yesterday I was a tourist. I went to La Plaza de Armas - the main square - of Lima and took a bunch of pictures and looked at a couple of churches. I saw a catacomb which is something I had never seen before and, honestly, is about as exciting as you would expect. I also got to see the changing of the guard in front of the Presidential Palace which was nice. I have never understood why armies danced and played instruments though. But I digress, on the way to central Lima I met a taxi driver named Charlie (aka Carlos). He introduced me to music sung in Quechua (Joseycha y la Banda Danelin Danelin) and told me that his favorite movies are XXX and anything with Will Smith. When I got back to the apartment a friend and former student of Kirk's had arrived and we left for the beach. We got on a bus which was more like a van with a few extra seats and 3 soles ($1) later were on our way. The bus ride was pleasant enough. It wasn't too crowded or too hot. We went 50-some kilometers (30 miles) south of Lima and it took us about an hour and a half to get there. The landscape there was incredibly desolate. There wasn't zero vegetation, but almost. There were many towns that are built right into the sides of massive sand dunes and the desert ran right up to the ocean. At one point we saw a sign on the side of the road for Country Club El Bosque (the forest) and past the wall there was nothing but piles of sand. San Bartolo was a tiny beach town that was clearly built on tourism. It reminded me a lot of a town like Macinaw City (only much smaller and, you know, Peruvian) and we were here in the winter. It was practically a ghost town. And what, of course, was the first thing we saw when we got off the bus? You guessed it, a skate-board park. I'm serious, these are the types of things I see every day. Anyway the beach was nice. We had it pretty much to ourselves and it was sunny and about 70 degrees. I put my feet in to test the water and it was quite cold. Right as I was saying "Wow that's cold I'm not going to go in" a huge wave crashed down and soaked me up to my knees. It wasn't the end of the world though I put my feet up to let them dry and watched the surfers pick waves and the Peruvian Boobies (its a bird, get your mind out of the gutter) dive for food. All in all this wasn't a bad way to spend a Saturday.