Oh My...the Roads!

Some of the roads, especially between Sao Filipe and Mosteiros on the island of Fogo...and from the boat to the city of Vila Nova de Sintra on the Island of Brava (the road up the mountain with it's 99 turns), will teach me many things!  Given that I am who I am...and the roads here are what they are...it is here that I will find deeper faith.  There are places where the roads are 1 and 1/2 cars wide and no buffer between the edge of the road and steep drop-offs down to the  ocean way below...But I know that I have been protected on roads before...one time in a snow storm when I spun around and was facing a semi-truck...and I was placed on the side of the road (at once) (I didn't get there...I was there)... ;)  So I close my eyes at times, listen to the great blaring Cabo Verde music, enjoy the amazing & many fellow passengers, and think about the faith of so many great people (family & friends) that I know and hope to become stronger.

There is no such thing as 'no room' in a van, truck or car.  Tires are changed every 3 months the van driver told us.  I imagine part from the sharp cobblestones and part from the number of passengers! We pile nigh unto the rafters at times, spending squished time together, each on his no hurry way to something...at times there is hardly room for the music to wander around us!