Foam Toilet Seats Revisited

Found my first foam toilet seat on Tuesday.  These were a novelty in North America back in the day, but have disappeared off the shelves long ago.  I'm not sure why, but 2 years ago I rediscovered them here in Brazil, and have missed them since. After an afternoon in Recife we made our way to pastor Eliani's for some more meetings and an evening of fellowship with the seminary students.  The humps and bumps in the roads out here make you need to pee real bad so we were quite relieved to have arrived at his place.  Imagine my delight when to my surprise I encountered my beloved foam toilet seat.  Comfort and cushiony with just the right texture to fancy the bottom, and a slight audible wheeze from the foam as you descend in utter luxury.  Had I possessed the right tools I would have attempted to heist it, but realized it might be awkward to sneak it out and fly it back home.

The evening was a delight.  Our host brought out a keyboard and the students sang songs of praise.  We even performed a Canadian quartet,  Tim, Myself, Marion and Andria.  Tim and I nailed it....the ladies were off key.

Centre Recife is a madhouse.  I would imagine that's the case in most metropolitan cities, but this has gotta take top spot in front of Amsterdam or Rome.  Chris is a very capable chauffeur, but even in his hands our lives hang in the balance. One lane streets are actually three lanes.   Pedestrians face life or death on a daily basis, and motorcycles ride like they own the streets, which they do.  We stopped off for some photo opportunities in Recifes oldest district.  From their a view across the water to a reef that displays the city's monument. It's a 5 story Q tip or asparagus tip, I haven't decided which one yet, and I have no clue what it's supposed to symbolize.  Dear reader please google it and let me know?

Wednesday brings us to Maragogi (say Mah-rah-go-gee).  Our first tour of duty was to visit the "Golden Years" project, a seniors program run by our church here.  Kudos to our brother Shaun Raap who was asked to run the the afternoon at a moments notice.  We admired his willingness and he pulled it off admirably.  We did a short devotional about sheep and shepherds, and sang some songs in competition with the VW bus that rode up and down the street with a roof mounted speaker that would have rivalled sound equipment at a Metallica concert.  We lost...

Tonight we split apart. Chris finally back in the arms of his family, Andria boarding at the Raaps, and us in a cozy Pousada (lnn), on the beach.  We'll sleep well with the ocean waves crashing on the shore.