This morning produced one of the bigger surprises or shocks, depending on how one looks at it, of my time in Slovenia. Fr. Peter came into my room to ask if I would celebrate the 7:00 PM Mass. Alone. In Slovenian. The priest scheduled has a wicked cold. The others were all booked. Uh oh. We were just planning that I would perhaps say the concelebrant's prayers at Mass. Instead of one paragraph I had the whole Mass. There was no homily. It went reasonably well. Fr. Jože spent three days per week the first two weeks with me teaching me the parts of the Mass in Slovenian. He then graciously recorded them into my phone, I put them on the computer, and practiced. Apparently the congregation, except for my Lithuanian buddy who attended, understood everything. Tonight might be a good one for a beer.