Yesterday was a day of sitting and people watching in airports. In Minneapolis, we waited for our flight to Sioux Falls at a gate where people were boarding a plane to La Crosse , WI. For some reason, several of them were preoccupied with their phones and nearly missed the flight. Husband is a U of W grad, and I took delight teasing him about the strangely disoriented Badger passengers getting on the flight to Wisconsin. I suggested they were too drowsy from eating all that cheese. Husband joked that the Badger motto was “Don’t bother me, I’m watching the game”. I told him that my college motto rather loftily described me as an “informed person sent forth to influence the affairs of the world at the same time being dedicated to the Christian life.” Sometimes I think I would rather watch the game and eat cheese.
What motto from college or high school or family are you supposed to live up to? How are you doing with that?
But nowhere are you warned about the thunderstorms. In the mountains and tropical areas of Peru, it’s rainy season right now. That means a lot of gray days and in Cusco, thunderstorms – three to four a week for a few months. We experienced a thunderstorm the first afternoon we were there and let me tell you, when you are 11,000 feet up, the thunder and the lightning is MUCH closer to you than down in the lower climes. It’s hard to describe the visceral feeling that goes through you when the lightning seems just on the other side of the street from you and the thunder crackles and booms loud enough that you cover your ears. We were touring a couple of convents during the storm, both with large courtyards and covered walkways; we weren’t actually standing out in the rain (which was intense as well) but close enough that the storm felt startlingly close by.
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