We took off about 10 am eager to see the grande rio (big river). The pastor, Marcos, wanted to take us to “an amazing” part of the river that is adjoining the river that runs by our casa (house). As we walked down the road, Marcos stopped and asked if we wanted to take a short cut through the mountain. Well, I of course pretty much said no, but everyone else was in its favor. The short cut would take 30 minutes but the road would take 1 hour. I’m ok with an hour.
Needless to say, I said “ok, I am here to be stretched and challenged.” KICK ME SOMEBODY! (those are the famous last words)
TWO HOURS later as we walked up a mountain in knee deep mud (no kidding!), we arrived to what appeared to be the Suwannee River. I wanted to die, but I was not alone in this, so did the rest of the team. What a relief!
OK, here is the funny part.
All of a sudden, here comes a Mexican on a white horse riding through the river. He climbed the bank where we were at and started to talk with Marcos. All of sudden, he gets off his white horse, and I get on it. The very kind Mexican let me ride his white horse all the way home!!!!!!
I’m pretty sure the horse was smarter than me. I let it lead itself. We literally climb muddy, slippery, and slopey mountains. We went up and through narrower paths than I could go through on foot. NO JOKE! I felt like I was in a scene from the movie “Man From Snowy River.” It was great!!!!!!!!!
The sad part is that not one of us had our cameras because we knew it would be a wet hike. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
I’m God’s favorite!!!!! (or at least I felt like it on that day)
