Traveling

The night before I left for Brazil still had to receive one more document to complete my taxes, supposedly arriving the next day. Was hosted by Bill and Vanessa that evening. Very gracious couple that lives in the country. Drove to my RV in the morning, and tested the slideout, which worked properly. Then to my bete noire, the annual pain and suffering trying to get every tax detail correct with the unforgiving algorithms of Turbo Tax. Almost succeeded, and then made a mistake which took 80 minutes of phone assistance to rectify. Bill took me to the airport. Very kind, as that isn't easy. Typical 90 minute delay.Air travel has become so dysfunctional. 10 hours later, crammed like a sardine, arrived in Brazil, my adopted homeland, my eighth visit since 2011. Immediately began to feel the difference. I am not fluent in Portuguese, but people tried to understand me. Going through customs was easy. Waited in the airport for many hours until my 2nd flight left for Vitória, on the coast, north of Rio de Janeiro. Had much more room in the puddle jumper than in the international flight. Spoke with my seatmate for an hour and a half. Brazilians are typically very animated, expressive and engaging. My adopted granddaughter, her husband and a friend picked me up at the airport for a 2 hour drive into the mountains on a very winding road. Great fellowship. João wanted to learn the names of the books of the NT in English, a useful precursor to reviewing memory verses. Arrived at Lara's parents home in the country. Herculis e Djilma. Of course,they wanted to feed us. Djilma made pão de queijo, cheese inside a small bread roll. Soon Daniel, his wife Gabriella and their 2 young children came over and the party began. The four men began fellowshipping about Christian topics. The two young guys tried speaking a bit in English and I translated for Herculis. Finally they let me go to bed as I hadn't slept on the plane the night before. They are preparing the big early afternoon meal called almoço now.