Out of nowhere, an enormous torrential downpour fell upon us.
What started as a leisurely trip soon became a white-knuckled crawl as our visibility quickly shrank to mere feet in front of our car.
On one wall, there were the portraits of three saints (Sts.
Sharbel, Rafka, and Maron) painted on wooden slabs. George weekly bulletin and spotted a pamphlet on the History of the Maronites.
It was grueling for a while, but neither Marjorie nor I were too afraid.