On my way

I took a short 5 hour bus ride from Lima Peru today to a place called Ica, tomorrow I hop on another bus for 12 hours (still wont even be close to Bolvia). I had so many thoughts going though my head staring out the window at the ocean. The first one was, Lord why didnt you call me to a country with ocean? Secondly, staring so closely into poverty around me I cant help but feel a few things, I feel stupid for all the times i´ve complained in my life. I feel so blessed to be in my position. I feel grateful for having the means to eat candy apples, bread with gewey stuff in the middle and a bag of milk everday if i want to. I just helped a guy and his boy break up some branches so they could carry them back to their home to cook their potatoes, (probably the main course). Since you can read this you are also blessed. Join me in never complaining again.