He doesn’t just sing but interacts with the crowd as well. I was impressed by his English-language skills. After speaking a bit of how Brazil has changed over the years and how the country is moving up in the world, he turns to all the Brazilians in the audience and gives a passionate charge for all of them to return to Brazil – “Pra você brasileiro, volte ao Brasil!” – to take what they’ve learned abroad and apply it to improve the country. It was an excellent concert.

Oh yeah, I got backstage!

Yep, that's him. Seu Jorge.

I was looking for free (and legal) music to download yesterday and came across the English folk rock Mumford & Sons at prettymuchamazing.com and then tonight listening to the Santiago Radio stream. I hear Little Lion Man. I like it quite a bit. Take a listen (Warning: explicit lyrics).

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Enjoy!

Wavin’ Flag by K’naan

The new kids.

My sister-in-law’s family blog is afamilyis.us, if you would like to follow along.

My first stop was The Manchester for a chivito, the Uruguayan national sandwich. I chose the Canadiense, the “Canadian.” It was quite a plate, as one can see below. What was so Canadian about it? I do not know.

Afterward, I started walking down to the main city plaza, Plaza Independencia and then headed down to the water where Río de la Plata meets the Atlantic. It was a bit rainy and cool but cleared up as I made my way back across town to the airport.

Montevideo was not the most exciting place on earth, especially on a rainy Sunday afternoon, but I enjoyed the new sights and the long break before the two flights I was about to take. It was better than sitting in an airport for those eight hours.

Rio de Janeiro

I went to Rio to work for six months with Abel Azevedo and also help prepare the way for the Aggies’ visit in mid-July. It was a good time to get a grasp of Portuguese; I just can’t shake that Carioca (anyone or thing from Rio) accent. The Aggie visit was excellent and really lifted my spirits. The opportunity to move to Itu to intern under Mark and Ali Kaiser came up and, with the encouragement of Traci, travelling with the Aggies, I made the move.

Visiting Pão de Açucar.	Aggies at a language school in Rio.
Group at camp in Rio.	Aggies sight-seeing.

Recife

Before my time in Itu officially began, I made a trip to Recife in Brazil’s northeast with my good friend and housemate in Itu, Guto. We found really cheap airfare on Azul Airlines. It was exciting to fly – it was Guto’s first flight and Azul is a relatively new airline. Also, they offer unlimited food and drink service; a great airline.

We joined up with the Aggies working at a camp being converted in to a children’s home, painting at a local church/seminary, and putting on a VBS in one of the poorer communities outside Recife. On our last day, Guto and I were able to visit Porto de Galinhas, one of the best beaches in Brazil. It was an excellent visit and thanks to Danny and lee Bratcher for receiving Guto and I.

Aggies and the seminary students.	Crafts with kids at VBS.
Guto at a local market.	Porto de Galinhas

Itu

My time in Itu truly began prior to leaving Rio. I was able to go visit and be put to work immediately. I was invited by Mark and Ali to return to work at the annual bi-lingual camp a few weeks later. It was my first camp experience in Itu and was fantastic – ran in a way completely different from previous camp experiences. Read more about it. It opened my mind to the possibility of working in Itu.

So I made the change to Itu and moved in with my friend Guto. My main focuses were Guto and developing a media ministry, as well as participating with the youth group. From equipping the church secretary to giving weekend seminar on printed material and PowerPoint design, I was put to work, a change from what I had been doing prior to Itu. Mark and Ali were great people to work with and I was impressed with how much their ministry permeates their lives. There home is open to all. You never know who will be there. Beyond, it was a blast being involved with the youth and the Friday lunch for the homeless. Even though my time was rather short, it seemed like it was the ideal time for me to be there.

Guto and I together.	Nicolas, Atsuya, and I at camp.
Group at festa julina.	New church building in Itu.
Interns and youth ministers.	My last night with the youth.

Continent Connection Conference

My last week in Brazil was spent in Atibaia at a men’s retreat hosted by Continent of Great Cities. It was spiritually refreshing. We had small groups and Mark Abshier was our group leader. I’ve been in some dark areas over the past year and it was like that week just lifted so much off and God started to clean me up.

Men at CCC.

We landed within an hour of each other and were soon greeted by our friend and host in Lima, John Mark Davidson. He and his family moved to Lima in mid-January with the mission of planting a church with the rest of their team. We stayed a few nights with them and even spent Easter in their home. I hadn’t eaten pancakes in the morning in quite some time and they were good!

While in Lima we enjoyed the history of the city, the food (Robert couldn’t get enough of the fresh juice at the local Wong), and the sights – Cerro San Cristobal, San Francisco Catacombs, Plaza de Armas, Chinatown, and Parque de la Reserva.

After Lima we boarded a flight to Cusco, the gateway city to Machu Picchu. We planned on arriving a couple days in advance to get acclimated to the elevation (Cusco actually sits at a higher elevation than Machu Picchu) and purchase are tickets for the train and entry to Machu Picchu. We lodged at Hostal Royal Frankenstein which had a warm, tropical interior with an iguana roaming around. Cheap too!

Our few days in Cusco were excellent. I thought it was just “some city” where you began your trip to Machu Picchu; boy was I wrong. Cusco had so much more to offer, no wonder it’s called the “Historical Capital of Peru.” Robert and I visited the many sites in and out of town while running around getting all of our train and park entrance tickets. Eating was an adventure. I recommend the following places:

Cuy: roasted guinea pig. If you enjoy eating a rodent that without all its fur looks like a roasted rat with many more chewy parts than substance then this is your dish. I could take it or leave. I lean towards the latter, but I tried it.

Going on advice, Robert and I took a local bus, much cheaper, to a town a few hours away to catch the train. It was a beautiful ride there but the train ride was not so great. We were misplaced in a car that was not meant for tourists. We arrived at Aguas Calientes, quickly found a decent hotel, had some dinner, and were asleep with enough time to get up early. Little did I know the next morning as we head up to and arrived at the park entrance that I had placed the wrong tickets in my backpack. To make a frustrating story short, I ran down the mountain in the pouring rain all the way back to Aguas Calientes to retrieve our tickets at the hotel. After about an hour I was back atop ready to enter Machu Picchu.

It was incredible. Absolutely worth the trip. We walked around the lower portion of the ancient city and then headed up Huayna Picchu, a mountain that rises above Machu Picchu and has a 400 person/day limit, to look over the entire site. It was a strenuous hike but the reward was more ruins atop the peak and a spectacular view. One only needs a few hours to take in Machu Picchu.

We headed down to take a train ride that we’ll never forget. Traditional dances and an alpaca fur fashion show are not that uncommon apparently on this train. It was a riot! We arrived at Ollantaytambo where we had the opportunity to visit another ruins site. By then, even though I pushed through it all, my legs were a bit upset from the “little jog” down the mountainside. I was feeling that for days afterwards.

We spent another day in Cusco. I was recovering from that run, but decided to take a bus nine kilometers outside the city to see some ruins and walk back. That thin Andean air must have got to me. I don’t know what I was thinking. The next morning we had our last breakfast at Trotamundos and caught our flight back to Lima. The rest of the day was spent relaxing with movies and a lunch of ceviche. The following morning Robert and I said goodbye to Peru and each other and headed back to our respective countries.

It was a good trip.