March 21, 2019
It was a busy day for all of us. We didn’t plan on coming here for lunch but it just so happened that we came from a meeting somewhere in United Nations Avenue, which was 10 minutes away, we were hungry, it was heavy traffic, and it would take some time to reach Greenhills to eat.
I called the L’eau Vive French restaurant run by the nuns. They were closing at 3 pm but they willingly agreed to wait for us.
When faced with French words, I turn to my daughter for help.
If you don’t have a translator with you, just look at the photos.
We were all thirsty from the heat outside. It was warm on that day so as soon as we sat down, we ordered cold dalandan juice. It wasn’t on their menu so we settled for the equally refreshing kalamansi juice.
When you know that nuns maintain and decorate this place not for profit, you will look at the surroundings with better appreciation for their efforts and devotion.
The nuns baked the bread.
Chicken liver pate
Edmund liked his French onion soup. Oyen and I scooped the cheese on top.
I ordered tuna salad as my all-in meal. I wasn’t that hungry.
Oyen’s—grilled lapu-lapu fish
Our delicious food was prepared and served by nuns who devote their lives to community service in honor of our Creator.
Women who find joy in giving rather than in receiving.
Aside from serving us good food, the nuns gave each one of us a rosary bracelet.
The nuns came in droves and sang a happy birthday song and a song of prayer for Oyen accompanied by a guitar played by one of the nuns too. They also gave us a cup of ice cream with a lighted candle. I couldn’t find the photos from my files (bad and sad!)
They were all so nice and they made my daughter’s day and our family lunch extra special. A simple lunch to feed our hungry stomachs turned into something blessed and memorable.
Sing Ave Maria
We’re going back in May to bring school supplies for the poor communities the nuns support.
