as i stopped to survey a potential chapel site in rincon grande arriba, a boy walked down the road and sat under the tree where i had parked the motorcycle. he was holding a 12 inch section of sugar cane in his hand. still sitting on the bike, i asked him how he was doing. he opened his mouth, inserted the 1" thick sugar cane, chomped down, chewed for a moment, said, "aren't you the bishop?", and continued chewing. i looked at him for a moment and said, "no". he chewed some more and said, "what are you?" i said, "a priest". he continued to chew. i sat up, started the motorcycle, and left.
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