For many of us we feel as though we are half-way home, just longing at this stage of the trip to be at home with our families. And yet, truth be known, a big part of our respective hearts are still in Lima. Have we unfinished business there?
I see Zandra has posted a blog already about being in Houston, Texas. Good for you, Zandra. My sentiments are so like your own. We had the longest check-in process I have ever encountered where we simply traipsed from one long, slow-moving line to the next. The flight from Lima to Houston was delayed for almost two hours - just as well, too, because we wouldn't have made it otherwise. We arrived at the Departure Gate with only 5 minutes to spare. Still, here we are.
It is just wonderful to have a Holiday Inn hotel room here in Houston during our 9-hour layover where we could have a shower, some (Texan style) breakfast and lunch and put our heads down for a few hours' kip before going back to the airport for our flight back to London. I can't help thinking, though, that this few hours of luxury is such a stark contrast to what we have just come from - abject poverty in all its ugliness. Poverty? Yes, but yet where many of the Christian poor associated with the projects are rich in heart and blessed in many ways we "materially rich" people are not. Would they swap places with us? Would we swap places with them? Interesting questions.
Sorry, no time yet to get a picture for this blog. I will get a picture organised when I get home tomorrow. Or is this tomorrow? I'm not really sure anymore. International travel leaves you fuzzy...
Alastair.
I see Zandra has posted a blog already about being in Houston, Texas. Good for you, Zandra. My sentiments are so like your own. We had the longest check-in process I have ever encountered where we simply traipsed from one long, slow-moving line to the next. The flight from Lima to Houston was delayed for almost two hours - just as well, too, because we wouldn't have made it otherwise. We arrived at the Departure Gate with only 5 minutes to spare. Still, here we are.
It is just wonderful to have a Holiday Inn hotel room here in Houston during our 9-hour layover where we could have a shower, some (Texan style) breakfast and lunch and put our heads down for a few hours' kip before going back to the airport for our flight back to London. I can't help thinking, though, that this few hours of luxury is such a stark contrast to what we have just come from - abject poverty in all its ugliness. Poverty? Yes, but yet where many of the Christian poor associated with the projects are rich in heart and blessed in many ways we "materially rich" people are not. Would they swap places with us? Would we swap places with them? Interesting questions.
Sorry, no time yet to get a picture for this blog. I will get a picture organised when I get home tomorrow. Or is this tomorrow? I'm not really sure anymore. International travel leaves you fuzzy...
Alastair.
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Hi Al
I have a lovely pic of this wee girl as well. Is she the one you were talking about as having made such an impression on you?
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