From the airport we took two little cabs to the beach house on the Indian Ocean. The beach house is owned by the German Dominican monks, and when we stopped to get the keys from the bishop in charge, Joseph was very nervous because he thought that the monk was upset with him for turning the guest house into a motel for visiting rich americans, which was definitely not the mission. The guest house is for ngo workers who need some R&R; they pay 10 dollars a night, the place is spotless, there is a kitchen and it is a beautiful place with the Indian Ocean in the back yard. We had to share the house with a nurse from a hospital near where Joseph was working, and the bishop (who was very nice) was having business meetings with a very interesting engineer who had lived most of his life in Tanzania, but was originally Ethiopian. His daughter was getting a college education in Washington DC.
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