In the summers I spend time with my good friends in Phat Diem, Vietnam, a small country village with a world famous cathedral. Here are some of my musings. If you would like to correspond, please email me: garymeegan@gmail.com.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Visiting the Sisters
Dave and Ann Fowler are good friends of mine who live in Maine. We met because they were considering teaching English for a month in Viet Nam and wanted to talk to someone who had done it. They ended up coming for four weeks in April and their life changed dramatically because of that experience. They came to Hue to the convent of The Sisters of the Lovers of the Holy Cross. They urged me to visit the good sisters and the friends they had made here, and any time you can visit the sisters, you just have to go.
This is the chapel where the sisters pray and have mass. It is welcoming and comfortable, with the calming color scheme that fits right in with Viet Nam.
On the second floor, in this corner room, Dave and Ann stayed. They have lots of stories about being here, like the celebration of their 40th anniversary when the sister had them dress up in traditional Vietnamese bride and groom clothing and had Dave propose to Ann all over again. You never know what to expect.
This is Loc, me, Sr. Kim Thuy, and Tan in front of one of the many small gardens on the grounds.
Same place, but without Loc and with Nhat.
Me and Sr. Kim Thuy.
This is the wing where the sisters stay. The first floor is offices, receiving rooms, and classrooms; second floor is guestrooms; third floor is sisters in permanent vows; fourth floor is sisters in temporary vows; and fifth floor is postulants, those looking at becoming sisters.
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While in Hue I went across the street from the seminary and took a walk along the river. It was the epitome of serenity