Visiting Can's House

It was pouring outside, but nothing could stop us from visiting Can's house for lunch. Luckily, we got a ride from Quyen who was taking Fr. John a lift. When we got there, the party started.

 Here is Can after we first got there, calling to make sure that everyone could make it. On the table is some great iced tea. Even though it was cool because of the rain, the humidity was high, so the ice felt good.

Van especially had a good time. In no time, the house was full of people.

Mr. Dao came, one of the fixtures of the cathedral staff. He cut his foot two weeks ago and now healing well. He's one guy who never misses a party.

This is the food set up. Notice that there is rarely enough room on a Vietnamese table to put your own plates because of the sheer amount of food served. It typically takes us at least an hour to eat.

While sitting at the table, I looked up and took a picture of Can's room, the loft. Notice the traditional roof of wood slats placed on bamboo poles. The floors and walls are all cement to withstand the heat, humidity, and rain.

In the middle of Quyen, always looking cool wherever he goes. He is now a driver for the diocese and gets to travel almost every day.

A long shot of the table. Looking up at the right is Can's uncle who lives next door. He brought some homemade wine that was very strong.

This is a new dish to me, beans and chicken livers. I loved it. There seemed to be a new spice used that I have not tasted before. Each day is a new culinary experience.

Can, me, and Can's mother just before we left. She is a single mom and raised her two sons well, a mother to be proud of.

I had to ride a motorbike back, so Can lent me his rain suit. It is so well made that not a drop got on my shirt or pants. I need one of these for my daily walk when it rains. It was a fun way to end a great day with friends.