Day 43, Sept. 22

Plans were made after the feast yesterday. I was part of one. On rising this morning, I concelebrated Mass in the parish church and went to breakfast at the convent. In fact, every meal not eaten out took place in the convent. There were three nuns living in the convent. The older o the three did seem the most sensible; but was not the superior. That was the one in the middle, age-wise. She was very intelligent and certainly in charge. The other was very young and acted the part.
I found out four priests were going out for a day off and I was invited to come. I immediately accepted. What we ended up doing was drive south along the coast and look for the damage still evident from the Tsunami. Churches were still being rebuilt; monuments were constructed and efforts to help the people were ongoing. It’s interesting to be with priests who spend their off time inspecting and praying in churches. We also walked around beaches and on rocks. We also had a good meal and went back to our parishes.
Back home, I got to walk out to see the sun set again. Again it was too late; but it was about 15 minutes earlier and I got to see where I was the night before. There really was nothing to be afraid of. And it was kind of pretty where the fresh water (from three sources) entered the salty Arabian Sea. There were religious shrines and statues along the shore as well. It was a good evening.