This Feels Like Missionary Work

While substituting for Fr. Frank (see blog below), I said Mass in one of his 15 chapels, in a rural area called Ocho Rios. They celebrated four First Communions. Horses galloped by (why they weren't in Church, I don't know . . . the riders that is). I was invited to a reception at the home of Stephanie, this house of cana is on stilts. I didn't get ill from the local food, but I did get salmonella last week from one of the priest's cook's raw chicken I didn't catch on time!