Brazilian of a region that does not make in such a way cold, I enchanted myself with the snow, that pretty thing! I was awarded with a tourist stroll of first quality. My friend Valdir Feltrin, competent tourist guide, and its wife Nomi sister had reserved one day to take a walk. They had taken patiently me to the main tourist points of Paris: Eiffel tower, Arc of the Triumph, Church of Notre Dame, Obelisco de Napoleo, Church of the Sacred heart of Montmatre, Champs Elises, and as much other places of which I remember myself with much homesickness. Mainly of that flavorful lunch in the Mery Catherine, a traditional restaurant in Paris, dated of 1793.Local for where already they had passed and if banquetearam artists, writers and the main authorities of the Europe. Paris is city charming, impossible to know it in so little time. However, in my heart it was the certainty that one day we will have to complete our stroll To walk the boat for the Sena, to calmly visit the Museum of the Louvre, the beautiful gardens of Versailles and a trip in that the 300 for the moment train that exceeds km. I confess that I was frustrate in mine andanas for the pretty capital, not vi evanglicos temples, movements of pregao in the streets, however, I could see many posters of films and books on witchcraft and things of the sort.
Paris poor person, so pretty and so poor spiritual! I felt a deep love for those people who me had seemed so empty and distant of God! Oxal, the Church Mr. Jesus, exactly in small I number makes the difference in that metropolis. The Frenchmen adore museums, cultuam its heroes as nobody and they are not so communicative as they would have. They always give the superiority impression. It is not easy, by everything it is watched there and very expensive.
However, God is who is in the control! My host, Shepherd Claude, did not give calmness to me. Daily we went to some place, hour making pastorais visits, hour visiting somebody in the hospital, or then participating of periods of conjunct in its house or the church. How wonderful moments! The month passed fast, was hour to return. To fire me of the new friends and brothers was sorry task. I could feel ' ' one clima' ' sadness in some of them, also they would like to return to Brazil and to kill the homesickness. My God! As house is good for coming back pr. Pr.valdemir fields rock fev.2010
Paris poor person, so pretty and so poor spiritual! I felt a deep love for those people who me had seemed so empty and distant of God! Oxal, the Church Mr. Jesus, exactly in small I number makes the difference in that metropolis. The Frenchmen adore museums, cultuam its heroes as nobody and they are not so communicative as they would have. They always give the superiority impression. It is not easy, by everything it is watched there and very expensive.
However, God is who is in the control! My host, Shepherd Claude, did not give calmness to me. Daily we went to some place, hour making pastorais visits, hour visiting somebody in the hospital, or then participating of periods of conjunct in its house or the church. How wonderful moments! The month passed fast, was hour to return. To fire me of the new friends and brothers was sorry task. I could feel ' ' one clima' ' sadness in some of them, also they would like to return to Brazil and to kill the homesickness. My God! As house is good for coming back pr. Pr.valdemir fields rock fev.2010