Last night, the seminarians lit up the grotto that is next to dining hall and behind the bishop's house. They had worked on weeding it and fixing it up, but I had only seen it during the day.
Everyone had left the dining hall and I cleaned up the cups from the last serving of tea. I walked out side and wasn't expecting this.
With the lights, it took on an ethereal feel and we stood transfixed just looking at it.
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.
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Each year after graduation, the students eishing to enter university must take entrance examinations. They have been studying the past few w...
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Here is Nam Vu working his keyboard. Now entering 8th grade, he is quite the conversationalist. It's hard to believe that I have kn...
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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