This little getaway to a resort hotel in the mountains near Pétionville was a birthday present for Steph. Because of our life at Santa Chiara, the hotel gave us a free upgrade from a small room to a suite. I want to just share a few photos of the beauty of the small hotel.
There was a shred of good news on Monday. Gabens called and said the engineer found a place where he could buy the material he needed for the foundation (rebar and concrete) for about half the cost he had estimated and they took a credit card. Later in the afternoon on Monday two tap-taps loaded with supplies appeared at our gate.
On Monday afternoon around 5:00pm, I was in my office. When I looked out my window, I saw some people were burning tires as a means of a protest. It has been a few months since we’ve seen an ominous sight as this. Not a good sign. It will not make a difference. It will only make life more difficult for average citizens as their travel plans will be disrupted and they will be forced to seek alternative and longer routes to their destinies.
The secret was slowly revealed to me after what I consider to have been a mystical moment in the empty church in Rome in March 1995. For five years I put every ounce of my being into writing a book on Saint Francis of Assisi, something no one thought I could do, including me. Making two dozen films mostly on poverty around the world required the same dedication, but a less intense effort and less time consuming. But then shorty after my 68th birthday I did something truly impossible that has consumed every ounce of my being and virtually all my time . . . starting Santa Chiara.