On the slope to the main gate of the church, I parked my car. As I looked around, I couldn't escape the sense of loneliness, in the place once filled with chatter and laughter from my youth. Then I supposed it was lunch, so I walked down the mall looking for food. At the end of the street was a cart selling some chewy pancake, 3 for $1.50, but I didn't have money except for a few Australian coins.