Carol in Brasil

 

In 2008, I traveled to Brazil with the North Carolina Baptist Singers.  It was one of those once in a lifetime adventures. Although sang in many churches and schools, one my favorite memories was conversations with children at their schools. We had a great time trying to understand each other in broken English and very limited Portuguese.

Read more about out wonderful trip to Brasil.




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