According to Amnesty International there are 26 million refugees worldwide, half of which are children. If we add to that the estimated 272 million international migrants, that’s a lot of people moving around. And turning up right at our doorstep!
I don’t know about you, but finances can get pretty tight around here. Our outings usually mean strolling up the street on Saturday night for wonderful piping hot pizzas from our favorite pizzeria-hangout, The Red Wolf. Eating out (unless you go elegant or eat a lot) is really pretty inexpensive here. We can get two round pizzas, water, and wine for about $10!! And I’m talking GOOD pizza! 🙂
There is but one road leading to the isolated town, our summer village. A place little touched by time, by technology’s progress, or by the frenetic pace of getting ahead. Thirteen years had passed since our last visit. And though fewer and older, the inhabitants somehow seem to remain much the same.
The lame beggar lay near what was known as the Beautiful Gate. A name which indicated the beauty of its workmanship and material. The temple had gates on all sides, nine in total, each beautifully covered with silver and gold.