We recently had the pleasure of welcoming a new family to Brasilia as their sponsors. It hasn't been long since it was us coming down that jetway, and I recall too easily the starry-eyed wonder stepping off the plane into a wet and soggy tropical landscape, my eyes and brain struggling to take it all in at once.
As sponsors, one of our duties was to ensure that the new family’s house was in order. Last Saturday, we piled everyone into the car and headed over to their house to make sure the beds were made and the house was clean and inviting. We pulled up to the drive and opened the door. We checked the alarm and entered the kitchen, checking lights and keys. There were 4 bottles of water and the welcome kit, temporary plates, dishes and kitchen utensils at the ready. We peaked into the laundry area, looking for the gas tanks to make sure they, too, were full.
When I walked back into the kitchen, Sam was walking toward me, eyes wide. I had seen that look before, but it didn’t register before Sam opened his mouth and threw up all over the kitchen floor. We hadn’t been in the house two minutes, but I quickly took to my hands and knees dabbing it up with a kitchen towel (that we since washed and replaced).
Fortunately, when we returned a few days later to drop off groceries, the stench had dissipated. Nothing like walking into your brand new house to the smell of.....well, you get the idea.
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