the girl in the window.

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Olinda Busride

We were supposed to go with a friend in her car to some of the places in Olinda where the tourists don’t go.

For some reason, she wasn’t able to make it, so

Wow! 1200 hits. Nov. 17, 2006

Thanks everyone for tracking with us. There are times, being this far away from home that it gets, or seems really lonely. Just to know that this many people are interested makes a huge difference.

The RoadtoBrazil Newsletter, posted 11-15-06

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for being a part of the RoadtoBrazil ministry.

We are seeing some changes ahead, for sometime during the first week of December we are going to move to the headwaters of the Amazon River Basin for awhile to

Cous-Cous Hill, Life in the landfill, Olinda Brazil

Dust swirls up around my boots, clinging to my jeans and settling on my skin to mix with the sweat that is beginning to come.

Overhead, the vultures circle, drawn by the continuous smell of death in the garbage, and the slight breeze of a summer sunday morning is only serving to stir up the heat, without bringing any relief.

A plastic grocery bag tumbles lazily across the road in front of me like a curious blue tumble-weed, coming to rest against the barbed wire barricade that separates the landfill from the road I walk into the settlement behind the Lixao.

There are thousands of them, twisted into the wire, hanging on the trees, laying in wads in the ditches,

Tribute to a Friend

A friend of mine died a few days ago. It was one of those deaths that don’t make any sense because he wasn’t sick or doing anything out of the ordinary. It was one of those deaths that remind all of us that we don’t have any guarantees of tomorrow. It was also one of those deaths that take your breath away when you hear of it.

The Soup Run, adventures in the night….

This article is dedicated to my friend Kay,

Wind blowing our hair, the night coolness washing away the heat of the day, we held on tightly as the battered old Chevy pickup dodged and bounced through the maze of speed bumps and pot-holes in the granite cobblestoned streets.

Roaring up a steep hill to a little shop in the old part of Olinda,