Post by Brin
Yesterday morning I got up and lounged on the addictively comfortable couch at Stan and Julie's only hours before we left and regretted that I had not spent any time on it earlier. The last week has been so enjoyable, with encouraging lunches and dinners with friends (Josh is up 5lbs.) and events at the Turkey Festival (or Chicken Festival as Ava and Mia referred to it a few times, they have little to no exposure to the word "turkey" in Brazil but know it fits in the chicken category). For me, the weekend passed at a local community college's Motorcycle Safety Class. My weekend education came at a high price, ya all. I missed out on the glorious gluttony of turkey and conversation at the Turkey Festival, seeing Luke Porritt in tights, and relaxing poolside at Stan and Julie's. My class started on Friday night and went the whole weekend, even in the rain. I shivered and chattered and my left hand cramped from a combination of it's subnormal temperatures and new found importance in shifting gears. However, the weekend was redeemed when I was handed my passing grades and now am a licensed driver, although that hardly qualifies me for the lawless roads of Altamira. Honestly though, I should not cheer myself too wildly, I am pretty certain God enabled me throughout the test. He is vitally involved in the details of our lives; we can catch a glimpse if we are looking for Him. I am so relieved to have the class behind me.
Now we are in St. Louis, checking in with family and friends from college. Maybe a little rest, maybe some shopping and probably a date night at Barnes and Noble.
Ella and her friend Heather enjoying a ride at the Turkey Festival
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