Notes from the South

Hi there! Southern walk here.
We've been making our way across Texas in sopping socks as we enjoy our first real rainstorm. Wet shoes aren't the most fun thing in the world, but there's a certain adventuresome pleasure to facing the warm wind and rain. It's also been a healthy reminder of our aim- that were are presenting each mile as a sacrificial offering and not just walking to get 35 miles east before dawn.

On a lighter note, some of us have been practicin our Texan grammer in the hopes of bein made honorary Texans this weekend. Here's a local version of grace before meals we've come up with recently:
D'you think you might could bless us, O Lord, and these your gifts, which we're fixin to eat, if that's alright with you? Amen.

Yesterday after noontime Mass, we met a kind lady who took us all out for lunch and then invited us to park the RV, shower, and eat at her house! (She also offered us her computer, and thus this post.) Today a few of her little granddaughters were visiting, so we showed some future walkers around the RV. They were pretty impressed. (And it was good and clean- thanks Alexandra!)