Living the monk life

I have, and tbh, there's more of a language barrier. Most tend to not speak English as their first language, and the one I met was apart of a monastery in Missouri. We called him Smiley because he was happy all the time. He'd come from the monastery, down to the creek where we camped, and would swim, or sometimes hang out. We'd sometimes share what was cooking with him, and once he brought some food from the monastery for us. They were like, fish cakes or something, and tbh none of us could actually stomach one. But, he was really chill, even if we couldn't communicate well.

I think they come in different denominations. Kinda like money.