Our monastery roads can remind one of pictures of World War I scenes where horses were shown buried up to their knees in mud, and even worse.  Perhaps this is an exaggeration, but the autumn rain always plays havoc with our roads.  Father Moses sent a photo he had taken of Andy with the icon of Saint Andrew that Father Moses had painted for him.  I hope that we can put it up tonight, as I would like you to see both the icon and the cute smile that Andy is trying to suppress.  I am certain that our conversations with the care givers must be amusing, as many of them have strong accents, in fact, I often do not know if they are asking a question or giving some instsruction. With enough nodding of the heads and waving of the hands, we somehow manage to communicate [or do we?] 

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