2/13/12 Getting
off the plane I got into a panic because texts came in on my i-phone and I
could not remember what the setting was to disable or disconnect so I would not
incur big charges. I quieted myself with the thought that money was there if it
came to that and that I would find out later. At this time of writing I cannot
access Internet properly because I don’t have a code for the local wifi.
I could not believe the taxi ride from the airport.
Young guy very pleasant – old beat up car. Each time he turned off the engine at a stop sign I feared it would
not start up again. Then there were the bumpy rutted roads – shockers gone a long time ago on that
car. At one point on a three lane highway we were met by headlights going in
the opposite direction. My driver muttered “traffic” and then “hold on” and he
then promptly did a three point turn in the midst of full speed traffic to
follow suit with the headlights that we had met and to find a less congested
way around the traffic build up – which we scarcely saw ahead. He just knew
what the oncoming headlights in the middle of the night would mean. Later we
passed lots of motorized rickshaws and young men pushing covered wheelbarrows
at 11:00 p.m. with no protective lights or reflectors. Darkness was intense all
around – hazy with polluted air, no street lights to speak of. My driver had no
idea where the address was but he did get the general area correct. He stopped
and asked countless people how to get where we were going. In the end it was
quite undramatic, or should I say in TS Eliot’s familiar phrase “satisfactory”.
We found the entrance. The gatekeeper opened for us and he drove into the
courtyard of Brotherhood House. From there another of community met me and
together with a young boy who enthusiastically carried my biggest bag they
showed be to my room in what seemed last night to be a kind of annex. “Do you
need anything” “No” I replied in an inaudible awe… “Many thanks.” “See you in
the morning he said. You can join us for breakfast. You will be tired.” I had
the presence of mind to ask what time and where were the prayers. 7 he said and
gestured with his left had to indicate left of the dining hall.
oh just reading the very beginnings makes me want to get out of my familiarity of south america and make my way to less familiar territory. sending lots of love and praying for you every day.
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