August 1994, Fortaleza, Ceará, Brazil In 1994 I arrived in the tropical beach city of Fortaleza to teach short term at a school for missionary children. I'll never forget the first Sunday I went to church with my husband. We didn't have a car, so we chose to walk to the nearest church we knew of. It was a walk of about 5 or 6 city blocks. I had on white, high-heel, summer sandals, a pair of Summer L'eggs pantyhose, and my best Lanz summer dress with a pink floral design. I was in-style, if I'd have been in American, that is! By the time we got to the church, my feet had blisters, my legs had heat rash, and my pink floral dress was the only one like it in the church that morning. I quickly adapted on future walks to church to flat sandals, no hose, and simpler outfits. I learned that women didn't wear their bathing suits on buses even if they were on their way to the beach and dressing up was a fancy blouse with jeans and high h...
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.