I Love You From The Floor To The Cloud
He said so and I know he does.
He loves me from the floor to the cloud because he can’t see what is below the floor and over “the cloud”.
Did I mention I´m feeling good today?
He loves me, yeah!!!
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Fire All Around Us
These days I’ve learnt to really appreciate firemen and women.
Last week when we were in Quito, at Tumbaco Valley where we live, I witnessed several fires on the surrounding wood and crop hills. One of them was visible from my bedroom window, and I saw the hill burning during the morning to the night, to the next evening. The brigade finally managed to put out the fire.
Amazing! I’ve never seen such a fire so close to me, and it left me a very sad feeling, especially when I saw the small crops, almost ready for harvest, disappearing in a matter of minutes.
This weekend we were back home and again, fire and smoke were present in the area.
Firefighters got busy again.
But the most impressive events were on Sunday morning and evening. 3 relatively big fires were burning very near the populated area, so that by noon the valley was all covered with smoke.
According to a local newspaper, by September 14th there were 230 hectares burnt in Quito, a matter of weeks, fortunately with no tragic victims.
These relatively manageable events had got me thinking about larger fire tragedies around the world, and the courage of firemen and women. Isn’t it amazing how these people put their lives at risk to minimize damages when these events happen?
I would run away as quickly as possible, while these courageous people would run INTO the fire place and fight until putting it down. I was thinking about this while watching the fire thru my window, and though we all are so blessed to have people like this in our societies around the world.
photo credit: nateOne
Meet Mushuc
My cousin is such a dog lover. She’s the owner of this little and intelligent dog, called Mushuc, which means “new”, in Quichua.
Why Mushuc?
Before Mushuc, my cousin had a dog of the same race called Tattoo. Probably the most loved among all her dogs. One day Tattoo disappeared (most probably stolen) and we’ve never heard from him again.
A truly sad story if you’d see my cousin crying when she talks about her lost Tattoo.
After making all the efforts to find Tattoo with no results, she decided she didn’t want another dog anymore. She works outside the home and it was hard for her to properly take care of Tattoo, even with the help of my aunt.
However, only a few days later someone gave her a new dog, very similar to Tattoo. She couldn’t refuse the dog and called him Mushuc, the “new” dog who came after loosing Tattoo.
