We were back on the road again by 8:00 a.m. and heading
into the Chaco. The Chaco is mostly small towns and
farm land. Towns can be hours apart and there is nothing in between
each town. We passed many old houses made of faded, old, antique,
wood. They reminded me of the old houses you see in photos from the
1800’s when people were riding in covered wagons across America to
claim and settle the land. Only the ones we saw had satellite dishes
on their roof. We saw many farms with cattle. I saw the beauty, but
Joe saw lunch! He kept mentioning how plump, round, and beautiful
those cows looked. As we were driving along down Route 12, it had
been hours since we had last seen a town, and then I heard Joe said,
“Pray! Pray!” I instantly began to pray for God's protection. Our
brakes had completely gone out and we could not stop!!........................
Our partner Joe Martinez and his family obviously arrived safetly to Cusco but they had quite the adventure in getting here. Read the rest of the story at
their blog here.
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