A roller coaster day

An afternoon of bliss. That's how I spent my first day. Talking and catching up. Opening the suitcases filled with wonderful items. Smiles. Tears. Laughter and so many hugs. Later we went to the store. Whenever I travel I usually have trouble at first taking in everything around me. It's like my eyes can't quite focus on all the new sights, sounds, colors and maybe even a few odors.



That night we went out. Out with a purpose to find a homeless man with failing eye sight. A man old with wrinkles that penetrate his face. Wrinkles that break through the language barrier displaying the harshness of life. Giving out hot milk with oatmeal and cinnamon, his decaying teeth displayed a grateful smile. A doctor's appointment had been made for Wednesday and hopefully he could get the help he needed. Praying with him, we had to move on. He wasn't the only one on the plaza. They were on every corner and in between. People trying to survive. People thankful for even a small cup of oatmeal. We ran out quickly, but there sat a woman with her small child. His large eyes cut to my heart, all he wanted was something to eat. Going to a near by store, we bought bread and fruit. A small thing, yet it's what could be done for the moment.

This is Bolivia and this is where I am. This was my first day. From airplane to friends to the streets. So many emotions and feelings for today. It's a roller coaster kind of day, but so thankful to be here.