We began the day bright and early, leaving the hostel at 6:30am to attend 7am Mass. The service was in Vietnamese—a humbling reminder that the spirit of worship transcends language.
After Mass, we made our way to the school grounds, where we were warmly welcomed by Father Thomas, the Parish Priest of Saint Joseph’s Church, which shares the same compound with the school.
Following a short welcome meeting, we took some group photos on the church grounds before heading to breakfast lovingly prepared by the Sisters. Their warmth and hospitality were felt in every detail.
After breakfast, we helped with the cleanup—washing our own plates and bowls as a small gesture of gratitude.
Later, we had a briefing with the Sisters to prepare for the week’s activities with the children. The prep work officially began for Summer Camp, and along the way, we were introduced to their school bell—a large drum! In between tasks, we managed to sneak in some playtime with the children who were already on the grounds.
Lunchtime came and again, the Sisters prepared a delicious meal for us. We’re so blessed to be cared for so generously.
In the afternoon, we walked around the Church compound. I was struck by how beautifully maintained everything was despite An Binh being such a small province—just around 7,280 people.
The Stations of the Cross were placed outdoors, adding a sacred feel to the entire space.
The Sisters then led us to the back compound of the Church. Along the way, we passed a stretch of the river and caught a glimpse of the village life. Many of the locals are so poor they live in makeshift homes built over the river, relying on it entirely—for washing, cooking, everything. It was eye-opening and deeply moving.
At the very back stood a quiet cemetery. Some of the faithful who had passed on are buried there—including the priest who founded this church. Just beside it was a rice paddy field, golden and swaying in the breeze.
Later, we had a couple of hours of free time, so we set off to explore the area around the church and school. The mission? Coffee. We discovered that their iced coffee doesn’t come diluted—they let the ice melt naturally, a clever way to keep it rich. Hammocks seemed to be everywhere—an everyday luxury in the midst of simplicity.
Before heading back to the hostel, we stopped for dinner and enjoyed a hearty bowl of Bun Bo Hue, a spicy, flavorful Vietnamese noodle soup—bolder than Pho, and just what we needed.
A quick bubble tea stop followed—right next door to a local home-turned-shop. It’s beautiful how so many live and work in the same space, embracing a life that is grounded and uncomplicated.
We wrapped up the night back at the hostel, winding down with some hangout time before bed.
Tomorrow, the real mission begins. Classes start at 8am—and I can’t wait.
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