Bits of our life...
Random things, in no particular order...
- the going rate for me to do my own laundry in Gloria's washing machine is $5 per load. Yes, it is true. However, she has given me a discount :) and I'm grateful!
- the city bus drives down our street at 5:50 a.m. and honks the loudest horn I've ever heard :) Good morning, world!
- today we saw two grown men on one bicycle - one steering and one pedaling.
- books are a luxury item ... this has been such an eye-opener. Hondurans don't just have books laying around, nor do they have an active library system. This makes my whole packing endeavor - 15 boxes of books look absolutely absurd.
- transportation is now our biggest challenge (we've gotten accustomed to no AC) - to get our family of 6 anywhere it is $12 per trip. Gloria & Hugo have a car, but also need us to pay them and aren't free to take us all over town all of the time. So, walking is our best bet.
- while in the rainforest, I saw an iridescent blue butterly that was as large as my hand!
- things are always more expensive than what we planned :)
- I'm getting lots of practice at washing dishes by hand and I've realized that it is almost as much work loading and unloading a dishwasher as it is doing it all by hand.
- my teacher this week has engaged me in deep conversation! I love it and yet have so much to say and no way to say it yet in spanish.
- perspective is everything...
- we are being taught and ministered to in many situations. Isn't that an interesting twist to missions :)
- across the street from the home we live in is a shack without a bathroom or electricity... the neighborhood consists of every type of home you can imagine. I need to know more about this.
- we found a church! I heard this beautiful singing on Sunday evening and walked a block down the street. My fear surfaced and I thought they would look at me as a stupid gringo. This smiling face opened the door and walked out to the street to meet me. She was loving and open, even though she spoke zero english and I butchered my attempts at conversation. She ran to get another woman who spoke broken english and they welcomed me into an amazing church. Truly, tears flowed down my face as I listened to these beautiful people praising the Lord. I was reminded of our homechurch even though the worship was in another language. Best part... we can walk to this church and their 4 weekly services!