More Like Heaven

This morning, two of the lads helped Mike mend some of our stone walls, and two others went up to the Chapel to fill in holes caused by the quicklime the Team put on, which hadn't been fully slaked.

Tonight the Padre invited us all to a Last Supper at his home. He asked JJ if this was how he'd imagined the Alentejo; JJ, tucking into the feast, answered that it was more like he'd imagined heaven.

Good answer, JJ.