Our grandson is 2 days old. We have permission from the parents to share that Isaac has arrived. We look forward to getting to know him. Mama Melissa is also doing well.
|Our first look from afar: hello, little Isaac!|
We make appointments for the rest of the week, looking forward to meeting people and reconnecting with friends. We drink water before setting out about 11am. It's hot already; we'd planned to be on our way just after 9 when it's cooler.
David and Paul check in with a nearby language school where they hope to study in a few months. I ask the administrator to check if I can audit the classes. They'll let me know.
|Steep path, clambering down through the jungle|
|Poinsettia beauty on our walk|
|Down we go|
|In the valley, a stream from a small hydro plant snags neighborhood garbage.|
|A beautiful scene overlooking the river below|
|The hydro electric stream shunts back into the river|
|And then it's the start of our hill climb. This initial part is only 3 or 4 blocks long|
but it's straight up. One foot in front of the other ...
|Partway up the hill, we pass two women dressed for the cold, |
gardening in raised beds. It's 80oF (27oC)
|Banana tree in purple flower and fruit|
|Beautiful colors and stonework ascending the Dago hillside|
By the time we get to the top of Dago, Paula is feeling faint. David has all but collapsed with illness. We are very concerned about them both.
|"You're almost there!" About 25 meters from the summit of the path.|
David and I watch Waldemar and Paula finish the beautiful climb.
We walked from the hill beyond and through the deep valley between.
My face is flushed with a white moustache, the sign of a strenuous effort. In a few minutes, my body cools. It feels so good to have had a decent walk again.
|How many chandeliers are good? 9! at the Royal Stag|
|Stunning floor tiles|
|David rests and recuperates while we eat|
We call a taxi and make it home without incident. David sleeps on the porch daybed for a few hours. the others sit nearby and enjoy the breeze while I crawl into bed for an hour's nap.
We eat IndoMie ramen for supper, some kind of rehydrated sausage and veg with sauce over noodles. I use a scant 1/2 package of the three cabe (hot pepper) spice packs. Yum. We enjoy the many varieties Indonesian ramen.
When the sun goes down, the prayers spread over the hillsides. The rain hits the roof tiles in a steady drumming.
*Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory. Isaiah 6:3 ESV
*Let the unrighteous forsake their thoughts; let them return to the Lord, that he may have mercy on them. Isaiah 55:7 ESV
*From him and through him and to him are all things. To him be the glory forever. Romans 11:36 ESV
*Therefore rid yourselves of all sordidness and rank growth of wickedness, and welcome with meekness the implanted word that has the power to save your souls. James 1:21 ESV
Moravian Prayer: Eternal God, we stand protected by your presence and your strength. Continue being our armor and giving us heavenly direction. We trust and depend on you. We are not alone. You promise to be with us always.
Merciful God, as we go out into the world there are times when we follow a path leading away from you. Please forgive us our mistakes and guide us as we find our way back to you. In the name of our Savior we pray. Amen.