Friday, July 22, 2011

This spot was one of the most comforting places we visited in Africa. It was filled with Marianist Brothers and kind Fathers who welcomed us as if they had known us all along. The first night we visited them we had homemade apple pie from one of the Brothers from Brooklyn, and possibly the best french fries I have ever had (absence really does make the heart grow fonder!)
A set of prayers were said around a table of new people I was bound with by the experience on the tip of our tongues: Africa. 

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