Meeting Padre Roberto’s parents
Every first Wednesday of the month Padre Roberto picks up his parents and takes them out to a restaurant for brunch. Today was no exception. What made it different was having a Canadian visitor to tag along!
I don’t think they were expecting to see me, but I must say we got along famously. A funny moment came when they asked Padre Roberto to translate for them when they would speak to me — when in fact I understood everything (or at least up until that point).
Breakfast was at a restaurant that Padre Roberto and I know well (a chain called Sanborns). After that they had some errands to run… well, to be more accurate, Padre Roberto went with his mom to run some errands, so I hung back with his dad. As it turns out we both have the same favourite way to kill time: in a bookstore. We each picked up this and that and chatted about that we found. Him: the story of the Mexican revolution. Me: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (hey, I need something easy for this Spanish stuff).
Priests don’t grow on trees: they come from real flesh-and-blood families, and it was nice to get to know Padre Roberto even more in this way.