I awoke to the cleaning ladies tidying up the church. I had slept in. I washed up in the bathroom and got ready for the day. I realized the ladies didn’t speak English. We wished each other “buenas días”.
Over at the rectory I ate breakfast and chatted with Fr. Michael. He was a missionary priest in Ecuador for a number of years. I ate some cereal and some oranges, and a drank a few glasses of Tampico.
I took a shower and changed into clean clothes. Fr. Michael gave me some cous cous, ham, French fries, and a Walmart gift card. I asked for a blessing and he sent me on my way.
At lunch time I ate the cous cous and ham Fr. Michael had given me. Usually I eat a dark leafy green salad and some fruit for lunch, but because I was walking I decided to eat something heavier. The ham was so sweet and delicious. It was a good break.
By 6pm I had reached Holy Cross in Chattahoochee FL. The grounds were beautiful. I met Margo a parishioner who visits men and women in prison. She informed me the priest was not home and encouraged me to camp and leave a note on the door. I did so.
A short while later, Fr. Joseph, a priest from Africa, returned from the market. He is just visiting with the parish but encouraged me to camp in the pine grove by the Stations of the Cross. We planned for Mass in the morning and I retired to my hammock.