Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Gay Pick Up Spots In Houston

Letter No. 83

At, June 30, 2010

I have about a month before my departure from Malawi. I got the idea to trace the names of all those people who have staked my career over the past ten years, at least those I named my first since Letter from Malawi written September 27, 2001. I have listed 190 of which are fellow missionaries, missionary interns, volunteers, international cooperation, priests, bishops, cardinals and nuncios, nuns and Protestant pastors, theologians and philosophers, journalists and writers African traditional chiefs, queens and princesses in Europe, artists, singers and professional photographers, politicians, ambassadors, consuls and agents of the CIA, not to mention the Malawians, women, men and children and members of my family and distant friends. In all, I traced 22 nationalities among which are both Christians than Muslims, Jews and followers of traditional African religions.

This illustrates the shading of my travel journal. As the morning dew spreads her pearls on a spider web, referring to a diamond necklace under the sun, not only my letters turned into a diamond necklace under the large canvas of the Internet but also the discovery of such different people adds even more beauty to the fabric of life of human relations.

What's the latest?
Father Boucher completed Another architectural work of great beauty with the opening of a new showroom . This allows better describe the sculptures and crafts of women for sale to the public. Check it out!

The small Maureen who has burned his hand last year was often sick. Despite the dedication of her father to provide him with adequate health care, it remains very fragile. The cardiac shock after the accident can be the cause. Sakanako, dad, has managed to painstakingly build a better house brick. The previous one, made of blocks dried and ground to the roof of straw, collapsed under the weight of years of repeated attacks of termites.
My friend Kalindiza married Donata pretty Gwedeza June 5 last Mua. I had the joy to bless his marriage was a great celebration.

The maize harvest this year is excellent. The danger of famine, as happened in 2002, is rejected. Even with the sale price rather down, production surpluses allow some families to get money to improve their existence, or to pay school fees for children.
The world is a vast canvas that globalization intensifies. We are all partners of the same journey, the same destiny. Alongside the African farmer to a few large 'worldly', I had the privilege of living a great adventure in Malawi. The difficulties have not failed; learning Chichewa, adaptation to different places apostola t setbacks with my car and also accessibility to the Internet precarious, as is happening now for over a week, and finally some minor health problems. All this does not surpass the satisfaction of participating in the mystery of love with Him, Jesus, who trace our paths ever.
By reading these few lines, you understand that this is the last letter that I send you from Malawi. Thank you for tracking and hope to see you on one or the other thread of the fabric of the world.

Goodbye

Saturday, June 19, 2010

3rd Birthday Invite Wording

Soon the great journey! Roadtrip soon!

is the van (but here we say 'the' van) in (la) where (it) we'll leave in a few days (July 5) to tour North America , as some say here, "the journey of our twenties! Sherbrooke, Boston, New York, Greenville NC, Grand Canyon, Calif. (August 7!), Vancouver, back to Montreal in Canada ... To name it. Back on Sept. 15, and full of stops on the road to see friends and family friends and friends of friends! On (the) van has not been named yet contrary to the tradition here. Baptism on departure day, I promise!

See you all ...

Brazilian Waxing Ejaculate

Already a year ... India ...

A year ago already, Nico and I left for the biggest trip we made ayions date: 28 days on the roads of India, Bangalore to Delhi via Jaipur, Agra, Udaipur, Mumbai , Kochi (Kerala), Munnar and Guruvayur. Yes we remember all those names, we remember much more, besides the colors, smells, the crush of people, elephants, the forest where we slept in a hut on top of a tree a few no crocodiles (fish eaters!) and mid-monkeys who were walking on the roof. And above all people, the smiles, the children from school in Agra Baboon cook who repaired our stomachs, the guide in the forest which has never accepted the name because he spoke qu'Hindi, the two engineers who accompanied our loneliness during the 27 hour train to go to South, the gentleman with the mustache who kept the cottage of Munnar and always shook his head with a smile ... And then of course the culture with their temples throbbing noise and smoke worrying (a little), the film packed with young lovesick Bolliwood before a film (in Hindi!), The jet set in Bangalore ... All accompanied the book he is, "Holy Cow" read it if you go to India. Philosophy of life also patience with this eternal fate, caste, hospitality ... One could say so much, but there is only going in that you really know what it is - and again, we can not put words on India. Thank you to Marie-Pierre for his home and his advice to Jerome, to our friend Thomas and my brother Thomas for their advice, Sophy for his suggestion of reading, Matthew, Tony, to everyone here that we forget but it is in our heart, we have offered the chance to taste the flavor of the end of the world .... And some pictures for the road, drawn from our selection of printed ... She even pulled our thousands (!) photos.