Through The Mountains And The Seas
by Sister Alicia Alambra FMM
It was a call that scared me. I did not know what awaited me and it meant giving up all my plans in thePhilippines. I was at that time working as Assistant to the Provincial Treasurer and doing chaplaincy to university students. But I was finally persuaded and hooked. It was April 1989 and my provincial was greatly worried that a missionary bound for Bolivia-Chile could not make it for health reasons. I volunteered to replace her and the great journey began in my life.


I met the young dad, about 22 years old, and his son, about four, around Christmas time while working in the Yata-Benecito river system in the Amazon watershed of Bolivia some years ago. Since the mayor of the closest town had sent toys for the children, I used to occasion to make conversation with the little one.
