I stayed awake all day yesterday, convincing myself that I was well on my way to conquering jet-lag. By 7:00 in the evening I was starting to droop and by 8:00 I was sound asleep. After several hours of deep sleep, I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to go. Then I looked at the clock and was astonished to see it was only midnight.
So here I am, blogging away and drinking herbal tea in the hopes of feeling sleepy again sometime very soon. We are leaving for my Mom’s at some point today, but I decided to squeeze in another blog post before we go.
I wrote in detail in a former post about our visit to the slum villages. Pictures will never do it justice, but I’ll show you what I’ve got. These were all taken at the first village we visited, not the one built over a sewer.
That was a hard day for me and I hadn’t even seen the worst of it yet. Poverty is so hard to see, but children living in poverty is downright excruciating. Next up: more poverty and a slum village that still has me nauseated. Feel free to bail out now, I wouldn’t blame you a bit.
Oh my, that is all I can say. To think that I complain sometimes over what I have. I am blessed beyond measure!