No Cows in Brazil

There are no cows in Brazil.

At least you wouldn't think so judging by the milk selection at the local supermarket.  Costco, Safeway, Save-On and Superstore dedicate 2 miles of cold milk of all varieties for your drinking pleasure.  You will be lucky to find 2 shelves here, and then its warm and in pressurised tetra packs with no expiration dates. I bought a 1 Litre cuz I loves me moo.  After 2 sips I drained the rest and cried while doing it.  When I get back I'm buying a 4L jug and bathing in it....

Yesterday was a long day which warranted a sleep in and a later start. That was a treat because Steve kept us both up until 2ish the night before.

Today we had a meeting scheduled with the Mission Aid team plus our mission workers Pastors Julius Vanspronsen and Ken Wieske, and including Ken Bulthuis who was there on behalf of the Mission board. Yours truly was asked to chair the meeting.

The meeting was planned for 3ish.....It started on the ish.  We had an enjoyable time together sharing thoughts and ideas, reviewing some of the work being done, as well as planning for the future.  Chris and the Mission workers are very much on the same page and we were happy to see a spirit of willingness to work together.  We heard a report that these brothers have been repeating for some time now. "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few".  Opportunity exists all over in this area, and at times can be overwhelming .  Our brothers can only do so much, but do express their thankfulness for the support the boards and churches are offering.  Please keep them in your prayers.

After the meeting an hour of lay back time. A youth tracked Steve and Myself down and asked if we wanted to come and play soccer.  I guess we weren't  half bad after all! Either that or they were just short on pylons.....

 That afternoon we had also decided to go for a nice meal into town. We agreed to meet at 7ish at the ATC and rendezvous from there.  I'm not sure who's plan it was for all of us (wives included) to pack into the Besta Van and go together.

 It was a lousy idea.  I'm against packing into vehicles. I always end up in the worst seat, usually sitting half on someones lap. I know this, the others apparently not.  The vehicle owners manual boasts seating for 13, but its also built in Japan. I'm just sayin.......

So sure enough, we begin packing in and I'm calculating my next move to ensure I don't end up on the little flip down kids seat.  I suck at this because it never ever works out in my favour.  So you guessed it, I'm one of the last ones in with one cheek on the kids seat and one on a normal seat which isn't half bad. It's the seat belt buckle in the middle that causes most of the discomfort.

We're on our way out and the ride is horrible.  Shock absorbers don't last on vehicles here and the roads are very unforgiving. You can feel every pebble and bump, especially with the aforementioned buckle now firmly lodged where it hurts....a lot.  Dinner was a success and enjoyed by all, and the ride back wasn't near as bad.

But now I'm left wondering and a little curious if the airport xray is going to pick up the words "Press To Release" on my left cheek. Oh dear....

Boa Noiche