I rose with the sun. I headed over to the parish hall and got ready for the day. I took a hose shower outside the building, broke camp, and repacked the buggy.
I said goodbye to Fr. Antonio, and thanked him for his mercy. He gave me a quick blessing. I hit the road.
It was a good day. I passed through farmlands with pondering cows.
A lot more people are are stopping roadside to check on me. Most just want to make sure I am safe, or to offer me a ride. I dont always catch their names. Its usual a brief encounter that I’m always thankful for.
I made Knippa late morning, and headed to a small market. I needed calories and ate a few small burritos.
I took a nap beneath a shady tree.
I put in the miles along corn fields and telephone wires.
By late afternoon, I had reached Uvalde.
Just in time for 6p.m. Communion service at Sacred Heart! It was all in Spanish, a language I am steadily picking back up. After service, I spent some time in adoration with God.
I met the Holy Name Society gang! I was trying to get in touch with the Pastor for permission to stay on the property. They let me sit in on their meeting.
John, Arturo, Joe, Roy, the deacon, and many others! They were planning an a event within the diocese for the next week.
John offered for me to stay at his house. I was surprised. I’m always amazed at someone welcoming a complete stranger into their house. We loaded up the buggy in his pickup and hit the road.
We went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant. John was a missionary in Brazil for 10 years when he was about my age. We shared stories, and had a great time!
John’s step son JJ swung by! He is a deputy for the sheriff, and payed for our meal! Deputy JJ also gave me a St. Michael prayer card! He is a good man. We parted ways.
John and I headed back to his house and he showed me to a spare room. It had been a long day. I fell asleep feeling thankful.