All Saints

Our friends seeing the chapel their son helped restore in April. This was before the rain really got heavy, which meant we spent most of the day inside, talking. Mike had picked a large bunch of wild asparagus, which I fried in olive oil with garlic and eggs, with the loaf of bread he'd made, and the first juice from our own oranges.

Went to the Eucharist for the eve of All Saints' Day, and then to eat at Sr Zé's with the Padre. Shame about the language barrier, which made sustained conversation between him and our friends difficult. Really great thing, though, was that our (very drunk) friend, Zé Maria, came to church with us, behaved himself, and enjoyed it. The homily was on how we are all called to be saints, but up to us whether we answer the call...