Missao Aracaju

It’s “winter” here again and the winds and the rains have picked up. Some evenings the wind is blowing so hard that the rain just comes in horizontally. (It’s a lot like spring in Lubbock – except it’s a blinding rain and not red New Mexico sand. I always get a kick out of seeing the Brazilians huddled together for warmth at the bus stops with their down jackets and umbrellas. It gives me some secret pleasure to be able to wear shorts and a t-shirt. I mean come on, its 72 degrees!

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