the verdant jungle covered mountains, skirted by clouds and mist.
we passed so many thousands of containers at port santos, the largest
port in south america, it looked like a container graveyard. each of the
containers was large enough to store a small house. in fact, some of the
shacks along the road were much smaller than the containers.
the beauty of the jungle juxtapositioned with the extreme poverty was troubling.
these poor people have to pay the most outrageous prices for basic necessities,
which i will share about more another time. please pray for them.
i was also disconcerted by the animals. "their cows look so strange."
"mom, those are yaks." whatever.
then, we turned a corner and saw the ocean.
the sand was so soft and compact that bikes and vendors abounded.
competing with the grandeur of the ocean were the extraordinary, exotic
flowers. i didn't know that orchids could grow from the trunks of coconut
trees in a symbiotic fashion.
it all still seems like a dream.
love,
lea
"when the Lord restored the fortunes of zion, we were like those
who dream." psalm 126:1
