Six months ago, and Brazil was winding down. I have a lot of
favorite times and memories over those ten weeks, but July 18 (six months ago)
is one of the over-all days I count as one of my favorites.
It started early, and I handed Lily a pencil and a piece of
paper and she was quiet enough that I got a decent start on my devotions.
Eventually the rest of the family woke up, and eventually we began our drive
out to the beach. It really wasn’t far away, but I felt like any driving in
Brazil added a lot of time to any trip. We stopped to get sub sandwiches—we were
planning on buying a snack from the beach vendors, but didn’t want to buy a
whole lunch.
Julie and I were chatting away as we round a corner, and
there it was. Palm trees lined up on a sandy beach, with the promise of water
and sky meeting on the horizon just beyond the trees.
Suddenly I knew why
Pastor Roger had apologized every time we went to the beach in Maceiรณ—it had
always been cloudy or even rainy. The ocean does have a certain beauty even
under cloudy skies; but now I understood the apologies, for even the beauty of
the gray and green ocean can’t hold up to the beauty of the blue and green ocean
(remember Sarah, Plain and Tall’s love for the colors of the sea, blue and gray
and green?). I was mesmerized.
The sun reflected off the sand, and the tide gently lapped
the shore and glittered in the sunlight like a million diamonds gathered up and
strung together.
I gathered a handful of shells and gem-colored rocks, ran to
my bag and then went back for more. I remembered to scoop up a cupful of sand
to bring home.
We ate our sandwiches. We ate the vendor’s fries with
toothpicks. We bought ice cream bars and ate them quickly before they melted. I
made a sand castle with Lily.
Lily and Levi fell asleep on the short ride home. I hung my
laundry to dry quickly in the hot sun, and we ate tapioca with cheese and
linguesa (sausage) then Julie and I headed off to shop at the nighttime market
by the beach.
Just getting there was an adventure, driving in downtown
Fortaleza in a stick-shift and trying to find a parking spot. We finally found
one just across the street. I don’t normally label shopping as a favorite
hobby, although there are certain times of the year I particularly enjoy it. The
Volta has a reputation, however, and it was easy to see why. We walked for
hours and only saw a portion of the booths set up. I was looking for a few
specific things, such as the sand bottles labeled Fortaleza I was planning to bring home as thank you’s to those who
had given me money for the trip. And I also found my turtle box that I immediately
fell in love with, the one that almost caused trouble on my flight out of Fortaleza
a week later.
When we made it home and into bed late that night, it was
with a contented heart. It had been the perfect pre-birthday day.
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