Markham County Park, Sunrise, Florida
Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and on the earth is Yours. Yours is the kingdom, O LORD, and You are exalted as Head above all. ~ I Chronicles 29:11
We’re tired today! Two extra-long exciting days in a row requires a day of sort-of rest.
This was supposed to be our last morning here at Markham, but if you remember, we received a great blessing from God on the fourth that extended our stay. Thank You once again, Father!
To celebrate, Blaine fixed the leaky shower door and I did laundry. Yippy!! 😊
But doing laundry at a laundromat can be fruitful, because today, I learned about the Sawgrass Mall luggage-toters. Beatrice did the “O-H” thing because Blaine was wearing his Ohio State T-shirt and hat. Later, she and I were side-by-side removing dry laundry and exchanging pleasantries, and one thing led to another, until she mentioned that she’d worked in the Sawgrass Mall at one time. So I asked her about the luggage. Are you curious? Are you on the edge of your seat waiting for the explanation?
I was part-way right the other day, but not quite. And trust me, unless you’re from this area of Florida or Brazil, you will never, ever guess.
She told me that while malls are closing all over America, here they’re building more. And it’s all because of Brazilian import tariffs. It’s less expensive for them to get a Visa, a plane ticket and a hotel and purchase items here, than buy them in Brazil. And so, bus loads of people come to Sawgrass Mall with their empty luggage (the tags are identity tags from the bus/plane) and buy what they want, pack it in their luggage at the mall and fly back home.
And now you know . . . . .
. . . . the rest of the story.
It’s so good to talk to people you meet because you just never know what you might learn! And she took our blog information, so Beatrice, if you’re reading this, I very much enjoyed talking with you today – about more than luggage. 😊 And if I got the story wrong, please forgive me. But I don’t think I did. . . .