Bravery is where you find it

The first day we got into town (Saturday), we decided to take the family out to eat. It was about as "out" as we could get. There was a "Bread Fair" sponsored by the Lions Club, which included some of the typical dishes of the island. The seating arrangements were as typical as the food.

And while we're on the subject of food, a lack of appetite was never a problem with any of our family. Here, Duane is "doing Militina a favor" by helping her clean up the dishes...the dessert dish, in this case. He persevered bravely until he finished it all. Brave, brave man.

And we also have been out and around. Here's Mom at the harbor, camera in hand. She's still using film (and has for 70 years or so). Duane expects our family to receive a letter of condolences from Kodak when Mom passes away.  If all the rolls of film she's taken were laid out end-to-end...  

And moving on...and up...  we drove to the highest road accessible peak on the island, Arieiro, elevation 1810m (6973 ft).  Of course, from the parking lot to the summit was the equivalent of climbing up three or four floors, and Mom was not to be left behind. Up she went, and got her picture with Gwen at the summit. Brave, brave Mom.

             

As I sat here preparing this tonight, strange and wonderful sounds came to my ears from the dining room downstairs. Duane and his wife, Jacque and her husband, and Gwen were practicing Portuguese. Tomorrow in the services they'll be singing "His Name is Wonderful" in English and Portuguese. Brave, brave everyone.