Many years ago while working in Km 11 Comas, one of the “pueblo jovenes” of Lima, we had a visit from a French traveler. He was a member of a religious group known as “the fraternity of Charles de Foucauld” or the “Little Brothers”. I don’t even remember his name now – perhaps it was Henri, but I do remember that he was French and he walked around Latin America.  He had taken the normal vows of religious – but was given special permission to take a fourth vow – a vow of “pilgrimage”.  He had decided to walk until he could no longer walk – and that was simply his message.  Life is a pilgrimage – and so this educated and cultured man carried only a small backpack and walked about Latin America.  He did not refuse hospitality and when not offered a bed he would sleep by the side of the road, or in any shelter that was found nearby at night.  He came to the parish house one day and asked if he could stay for a few days.  He was grateful for a warm place to stay and a few meals, the chance to shower and to wash his clothes, but he only stayed a few days and then continued his journey.