It was a difficult thing for me to return to Brazil this summer. For two reasons. One, it is a place that my husband and I used to go together. It was 10 years ago that I first went to Brazil. J. L. had come the year before and fallen in love with the people. The next year, he asked me to come along. And I did.
I came for two years, and then the third year, I felt that I was not to come. Not knowing why, I was obedient, and stayed home. My children and I went on a trip to see their grandparents while my husband was gone.
