Feast of St. Bonaventure

Days II and III: Ride in the back of an open pickup truck with people from Ireland, Austria, Spain, Belgium, and America to a local French Bakery run by Polish immigrants in Zambia...check. Help a Congolese Nun write a grant proposal to an organization in Sweden...check. Go to lunch at the home of a young Zambian couple and leave with enough tomotatoes to supply Maggiano's...check.

Needless to say the days have been eventful. Most of the mornings are governed by prep of documents and Agness's interview. In the afternoons we get to steal some blessed moments with the other orphans at the City of Hope. The nights usually provide some hilarity. For example, the guesthouse we have been given has lots of noises...the hissing and thumping in the ceiling have been well documented, but when you wake up to the sound of someone else using the bathroom, in a home you thought otherwise unoccupied it tends to scare even large Irish Americans. The Philosopher Hegel coined a famous philosophical phrase, "the owl of Minerva flies at dusk." Years later this has essentially been dumbed down into hindsight is twenty-twenty. So, when you are a big guy you shouldn't go chasing people around your house at night, they might turn out to be cute little Tanzanian nuns, just saying. AND...if you are scared of noises in the roof, you should make sure they aren't beautiful owls before you tell the not-so-ecofriendly maintenance men, just saying. So, we are saying our prayers on this feast day of the great Franciscan, St. Bonaventure and working to make sure that Agness gets a chance to meet all of you.

Pietas,
Luke Patrick