Walking through the Sri Lankan jungle, I came upon a small monastery on a hill. People were running around with specific tasks to accomplish. There were men laying bricks to add on to the walls and there were women picking tomatoes in a small garden.
Through all the hustle and bustle, there was a man sitting still wrapped in glowing orange robes. I decided to ask what was going on and soon found myself hooked on the conversation of a very worldly, very kind monk. We talked about all of the places that we had seen and all the places we still wanted to go. As I prepared to leave, I asked him for his photograph and he graciously agreed.