sick..... otra vez!

after a relaxing night on Wednesday with Megan watching chick flicks and eating popcorn, I woke up yesterday sick... awful sick... like before. I thought taking cipro and eating raisin bran (something normal and USAmerican) that I would feel better, but on our way to hail down a taxi, I got sick again, so we trudged back to Megan's house and I slept and watched tv all afternoon. Yesterday was supposed to be our fun girl day, going to Valle Los Angeles, and shopping and stuff, but I was too weak to do anything. I got sick once again this morning, but am now back to almost 100%. I was miserable yesterday, and just wanted to be in my own bed with cambells chicken noodle soup and ginger ale.... but, alas... I was in Honduras watching bad tv. At least Megan was there to help me and laugh with me and get me something if I needed it.

Since I was feeling better today, I managed to get out of the house, and we visited a high school where Megan will give English lessons. After a quick stop at Pizza Hut for lunch (I miss the pizza hut on High Street in WC), we went to feed the people living at the trash dump.

Before the trash dump story, I'll tell you a funny one that David and I continually crack up after repeating to each other. We were eating baleadas at a vendor in a market in the heart of San Pedro Sula last Friday, and no, it probably wasn't the cleanest place imaginable. But, we said grace, and then said "i hope I don't get sick!" Then, a Mercy Ships doctor comes up to us and is asking what we're eating, and if we're going to buy anyhting at the market, and he's drinking something that he got from the same vendor. He was telling us how good it was, but then he said "Well, I'd drink the rest of this, but you never know how it's made. I hope I don't get bacterial endocargitis from drinking this." Bacterial endocargitis? what the heck is that? I don't even know if I remmeber exactly what he said. But, when he left, all David could say is "wow... i'm glad I'm not a doctor, and know about all the germs that I'm probably eating right now..." and took a big sip of his drink and continued to eat his baleada. I'll have to do the impression for you guys, beause it was so funny the way he used those big words around us like it was nothing.

anyway...

If there was ever a time when "I just threw up a little bit in my mouth" (name that movie...), it was at the city dump. each Friday, Rick and Kim and their friends bring 100 plates of food and water upto the city dump to feed and minister to the people living there. I don't think anything could have prepared me for the sights... or especially the smell. We traveled up this road and got to an open field... probably 2 football fields long and 2 wide, and there were hundreds of big black vultures picking on everything, and on the hilltop looking down on us. On the side of the hill you could see little huts made out of PVC piping, tires, and cardboard where people lived. All day every day they just dug through the trash looking for food to eat, clothes to wear, and things to barder or sell to others. Everyone there was filthy and smelled... of course... because they live and walk through trash all day every day. A dump truck came while we were there, and the men and women ran up to it with big bags and started searching through the trash with their bare hands as soon as the truck started dumping stuff out.

I was just shocked. People live like this? Their hands are black and encrusted with dirt and germs, and then they use their hands as forks and spoons and lick them clean? The smell was just awful... trash and poop and rotting food and fruit, and then just magnified by 100. You didn't want to be rude and have a disgusted look on your face, but it took a few minutes for me not to gag every time I took a breath. There were flies everywhere, and no one cared. So, we shared the gospel a little bit, and then gave them their food and water... within the hour, we were on our way home... But I'll never be the same. I wont even touch my brother's dirty tissues on the bathroom floor without being grossed out, and here are these people living among trash.

It really affected and humbled me. I don't even know where my trash is dumped...let alone if people are living in it.

Megan and I are traveling back to SPS tomorrow (unless there is a blockade again)... please pray for our safety.

teguc is so much cooler than SPS!

hello everyone! I'm now in the capital city of Honduras, which is only 3.5 hours (and $14.50) by bus from San Pedro Sula. BUT.... that doesn't take into consideration that sometimes, teachers like to randomly go on strike because they are unhappy with their wages, and make the major highway impassable for a day, which is what they chose to do yesterday. No cars/busses were getting to or from Teguc for a good part of yesterday. So, to make a long story short, I didn't arrive in Teguc at 2pm as planned...... I got there at 7pm... 5 hours late. So, sitting on a bus from 10:30-7 wasn't that exciting, and it was downright boring. But, I watched 3 movies in spanish and listened to my iPod. God was really awesome, because a super nice and bilingual Honduran woman in front of me let me use her cell phone a few times, and another woman from the front of the bus noticed that I didn't ever get up or eat anything, so she gave me some of her crackers to eat, and made me take 3 instead of just one. The woman next to me gave me gum, and I'm hoping it was just to be nice, and not because my breath smelled really badly. haha. Then, this Honduran doctor and her 15 year old bilingual son made me wait in their truck with them until the Becks picked me up, because "you are a gringa, and it is not safe for a pretty girl like you to be all alone. I am a Christian, and my son speaks English, and we will not hurt you. But you are not safe outside here. Please sit in our truck with us." So nice! I've realized in Honduras that you just have to trust people, because they (most of the time) really want to help you. Now, I'm not about to go walking around by myself or anything, but God put those people there to help me yesterday.

Teguc is not as hot as SPS, and breezes feel amazing. I ate dinner last night and breakfast this morning outside on the porch overlooking Teguc. It was beautiful. I love spending time with the Becks and their 3 foster children again. Their intern Megan, who is 22 and from Michigian (yeah, Babbs!), is AWESOME and we've hit it off... I'm just sad that I'm not staying longer to come back and visit her more. But, sh'es coming to SPS for 5 days with me next week. We're in our own house tonight, and we're gonna watch a movie, and eat popcorn, and we went shopping and grabbed dinner at the mall tonight, 3 blocks away.

this afternoon we went to a prison and ministered to the juvenile girls there. The prisons are awful here, and the government hates gangs to much that the president allows the guards to machine gun down inmates, and then set a fire to burn the bodies, so it looks accidental. Just last week 2 of the inmates were found dead... and it's never exactly certain of how they die... people just say it's because of other inmates. The prison is in 4 sections, adult male, adult female, juvenile boys, and juvenile girls.... and only the adult men ever die. But, the gangs are awful in Honduras, and the two main gangs are 18 and 13... which were the two prominent numbers in the mayan culture (18 rabbit was the name of the most powerful king in the mayan culture, and he was king #13, and after he died, the civilization when to pieces.).... so.... maybe it's a conicidence... maybe it's something else... who knows, but those numbers are very prominent and almost synonymous with bad and evil in Teguc.

But, the girls at the prison were sweet, and I can't help but think of that Nelson Mandela quote where he said something like "you don't know a country until you've been inside it's prisons." my friend Bethany had it in her profile one time on AIM, i think.... anyway, it's so true.. Those girls have awful stories, but yet some of them have changed, and need people to spend time with them and/or minister to them, because their families don't visit them a lot. My friend Carrie works with girls like that in PA, and it gives me even more respect for her now, than I did before, beause she works with those types of girls from Chester County. They can be tough, and I've heard stories from Carrie, and also from the Becks about the girls in Honduras, but I was humbled that I got to see their ministry to these girls there today. I'd love to start a prison ministry or something back in West Chester or up at Princeton, or at least visit a prison in USAmerica, because I can't say that I've done that before.

Tomorrow we're probably going to go to Valles de Angeles, which is goregous, and has fun stores and good shopping. Fridays are the City Dump ministry, and I will go with Megan and the Becks to that.... more about that later when I know exactly what it is.

It's great to get out of SPS for a few days, and see another part of the country. The views here are beautiful, because it is so much more mountainous. Have a great rest of the week!

more pictures!!! yay!!!

the first picture is of me and Richard hanging out at the camp. The second is of Emily, Mary, and me (they are from California) cooking dinner on July 4th. We were in charge of the hot dogs and the chili. Next is David and Jon hanging out at the camp.... his hair isn´t always like that. And, then the last and best picture is me driving the big school bus last Thursday. Enjoy!

a picture for your enjoyment

I tried to add a few pictures from the past 3 1/2 weeks, but the internet connection is slow, and it´s only letting me upload one at a time. Sorry! But, here is the pictureof nicole, david, jon and me from the Copan Ruins. hopefully there will be more pictures to come.

No CDL? No problem!

I´m still alive and well down in San Pedro Sula.... I can´t believe that my trip is going this fast. Last Thursday we went to pick up the Mercy Ships team, and Mauricio pulled the bus over to the side of the road and asked if I wanted to drive. At first I said no, but then I thought "why not?" So I got to drive a big yellow school bus on a dirt road for about 20 minutes. There weren´t many cars around, and I only passed 3 people, but it was still a fun experience. All the Hondurans were honking and laughing and waving when they saw a little gringa at the wheel. Jimmy and David were jealous of my bus driving skills, and Mauricio has a picture to prove that it actually happened. I´m hoping he´ll upload it onto the computer so I can show everyone. Jeremiah laughed at me as I pulled the bus into the field next to the Mercy Ships clinic. Although I never drove on a big open road, and wasn´t ever going over 30 miles an hour, driving the bus was really fun.

Friday was the last day for the Mercy Ships team, and we headed to some waterfalls about an hour away. They were huge, and some of us got to go down and through/behind the falls. I figured we´d get a little wet, and it would be challenging at times, but I had no idea what we were in for. At times as we made our way to the falls we were in water upto our necks, and couldn´t see anything or hear anything. It had rained the night before, so the current was swift, and the water was high. I was holding Brittney´s hand the whole time, (a girl on the Mercy Ships team who goes to Gordon College), and could hear her shout out "grab the rock" or "watch out for a big rick" and things like that occasionally. All the waterfalls I´ve ever seen have been in PA, and are so small in comparison, and I was surprised at the power of the falls when we were hiking/swimming around them. We finally made it under one of the falls and out of the water for a bit, and we were all amazed and a little bit shocked at what we had just done. A very intense experience, and my pictures probably wont do it justice. We explored a cave, and then trudged/swam back the way we came, more confident in our ability to actually succeed in making it back to the path. I lost my hat at somepoint... I thought the guide grabbed it off of my head, but when I asked him about it he started to laugh and said "that was the waterfalls, Sara. Not me." Friday night was spent in the Erazos usual way of Shabbot, and then David, Keren, and Oscar and I went out to talk. I was tired from hiking and exploring waterfalls all day.

On Saturday we went to La Entrada to Mauricio´s camp for a revival with a local church. Mauricio had told me that we weren´t going to sleep, so I took him literally, and didn´t pack anything. When I got there I quickly realized that, although we´d stay up late singing and whatnot, there would be time to sleep and even shower... if only I had brought things to do so. Thankfully Karina is almost my size and I squeezed into some of her pants and borrowed a shirt. We went on a hike on Saturday when we arrived, and about 10 minutes into it it started raining, thundering, and lightening... everyone got soaked, and we hiked the last 20 minutes in the rain. I was really frustrated (and soaked) when I got back to the camp, and that´s when Karina stepped in with her extra clothes. On Saturday night during the "seminars" I was cold for the first time in my trip! I´m not really sure what the pastor was talking about on Saturday night or Sunday morning, but I enjoyed the singing, and the team building exercises that we did. I loved getting out of SPS, too.

Keren turned 19 yesterday, and we celebrated last night with chinese food, 25 of her friends, and kareoke. I didn´t know that kareoke could be so much fun for 2 straight hours. I sang some Britney Spears and Spice Girls with Keren and her cousin Melissa. Oscar did some Spanish rap that sounded cool, although I have no idea what he was saying... and one of Keren´s friends could belly dance.

Tomorrow I go to Tegucigalpa to visit Rick and Kim until Saturday, and I am so excited for something new and different. I will try and post a blog while I´m there.

a little bit of culture and seeing an old friend

Tuesday, Wednesday, and today have been very low key days for me, David and Jimmy. The Mercy Ships team doesn´t need us, so we basically spend our days just hanging out and running errands with Mauricio and Ana. We visited two schools yesterday and spoke with the principals about teaching a series on "sex, lies, and the truth". Both of the schools welcomed the idea, and we will run the first series on August 14-18, which is my last week here. It will be an exciting week! Ana and Mauricio love teaching that series, and they say that the kids respond well to it.

Mauricio apologized to David and me about this summer being a "transition" summer with not a whole lot of ministry going on in San Pedro Sula. They are moving into their new house, and trying to make some money and raise support, so they do not have as many ministry opportunities going on as they usually do. But, we assured him that we don´t mind, and that we´re not bored, and that we love helping him in whatever way we can. This, right now, means that we´re attempting to create a website for him, and put together newsletters, and thank you notes.

Yesterday Jimmy, David, and I were true tourists and spend the afternoon at the Museum of History and Anthropology of San Pedro Sula. It was only $2.00 to get in, and they had various artifacts like clay dishes and tools, etc. etc. It was just your typical museum. Except, during our meanderings we realized that there were an awful lot of armed security officers and policemen around, and then we saw these Japaneese Naval men coming around the corner, obviously on a tour of the museum. Apparently they were very high ranking officials in the Japaneese navy, and we probably should have taken pictures. But, I spoke Spanish with one of the officers, and it was strange speaking spanish with a Japaneese man.

When we picked up the Mercy Ships team yesterday we had to wait on the bus for a few minutes while they were packing up. I looked out the window and saw my friend Jeremiah who had translated for us on two pervious trips! It was so wonderful to see him and his little brothers Abraham and Issac. Abraham had translated for one of my trips, too. Jeremiah and I caught up for a little bit, and he´s going to try and come to Copan to spend a few days with our team from Westminster when they come down in August. This afternoon we are putting on a magic show in a town with the Mercy Ships team, and I´m hoping he´s there so we can catch up some more. It is so great to be in a random place and then see an old friend you weren´t expecting to ever see again.

Tomorrow we are going to a waterfall with the Mercy Ships team. I don´t exactly know what that entails, but it will probably be fun. Jimmy leaves on Saturday afternoon, and on Saturday Mauricio, David, and I are taking a youth group (with their leaders) of 50 kids to the camp in La Entrada for a revival. Apparently we´re staying there until Sunday morning, and not sleeping. It could be very interesting. During our English lessons last night we practiced 3 skits/dramas to perform on Saturday night. Our English lessons are going well, and I enjoy spending time with Rosa, Karina, Santiago, and Carlos. They are constantly helping me and David with our English.

All in all I am safe and having a blast. Yes, I´m safe even when we´re driving and passing cars... (mom). I can´t believe that next Tuesday is the halfway point for my trip. I hope everyone reading this is doing well, too.

Happy Birthday, Aunt Donna!!!!

lazy tuesday

David and I have been keeping very busy since the last group left. I find that if I don´t journal every night, that I forget all the fun and crazy things that happen. TGIFridays is definitely the place to go in San Pedro Sula. We went there one night last week, and the music is all this pop and hip hop music from the states, and it´s so loud. Everyone is dressed up really nice like they´re at a club. David and I were thinking ¨this is not like the Friday´s in the states....¨ and, the wait staff has to wear crazy hats on thier heads, and we were embarrassed for them. My cheeseburger tasted really good.

One day last week we drove back to Copan to take care of some business there, and then david drove us back home to SPS. He´s officially Honduran, and I am proud of him. He used his horn way too much and passed slower drivers... some times 3 and 4 cars at a time. If you can do that on the windy roads of Honduras, then you´re officially one of them. I´m at a disadvantage, ebcause I can´t even drive stick shift, so I don´t think I´ll ever been honduran enough to drive here.

Mauricio and Ana have a Friday night ritual of Shabbot where she cooks a big meal all day, and also makes bread from scratch. He brings her flowers, and then we all sit down to a big meal with wine. After the meal is over, they read scriptures... probably for half an hour, and then we all pray. It was really fun to be a part of that, and they read scriptures in English so David and I could understand what was going on. Ana takes that 4th commandment very seriously, and they have been doing this every Friday night for years and years and years.

I´m back on a 50-50 ratio with hot and cold showers, and I am also feeling much better. Doña Cori continues to be a fun host and makes sure that I´m eating properly. Her maid Miriam is always willing to wash my dishes for me, but I feel strange making her do that when I´m completely capable of doing that myself. I also left my laundry in the dryer one day for a few hours, and when I came back, she had it folded for me.

Keren and her boyfriend Oscar make life fun for David and I in San Pedro Sula. On Sunday night we went to the mall and went shopping for a while, and then saw Superman Returns in English with Spanish sub titles. It was really inexpensive, only 50 limpera, which is a whopping $2.60. On Tuesday nights, movies are half price... so David and I really want to go to the movies tonight for 1.25. But, Priates of the Carribbean isn´t out yet, so I´ll have to wait a little bit. The 4 of us just laugh and laugh when we´re together. I play the part of the ¨confused gringa who doesn´t know what is going on half of the time¨ very very well.

Yesterday we traveled to Tegucigalpita which is in the very northeastern part of Honduras, near Puerto Cortes. We took the team from Mercy Ships there to an orphanage so they could do some VBS and give lessons on CPR. A guy from Kemtucky named Jimmy is down here for the week to meet with Mauricio and set things up so his church can come down here for trips with Youth For Christ. He´s our age, and the 3 of us weren´t really doing much at the orphanage. THey didn´t need translators, and there were just about as many oprphans as gringos, so Mauricio took the 3 of us to a little store for a lunch ($10.00 for all 4 of us) that was fried chicken, rice, beans, and pepsi. I was worried that we would all get sick from the flies, but, thankfully, we didn´t. We didn´t want to go back to the orphanage yet, so Mauricio drove us to the Guatemalan border where we asked the guards to let us cross the border for a picture. (the one day i didn´t have my camera with me, unfortunately). >The guard let us cross, so we walked a quarter mile until we saw a ¨welcome to guatemala¨picture, and, like the tourists we are, took a picture near it.

We taught our first English class last night to a group of 4 high schoolers. 2 of them are taking English in school, so I don´t know how much our class is teaching them, but we had fun laughing with them, and agreed that yes, we need SPanish lessons just as badly as they need English lessons. They know the language, but are embarrassed to speak it, so we are concentrating on conversational English. Our classes are mondays, tuesdays, and wednesdays, from 7 to 8. The kids are the same kids that we see every day, and who were our ¨youth group¨ on Saturday night. Santiago, Karena, Rosa, and Santos.

I am having a great time, and am so thankful to be healthy again. Every day flies by, and I fall into bed exhausted every night... probably because of the heat, too. A day like today where there is nothing planned except for our English classes is rare, and it´s nice to relax. My trip to Tegucigalpa is still on for next week, as far as I know, and David is going to the Bay Islands that week to learn how to Scuba dive. It will give Mauricio and Ana a much needed break.

Thanks for all of your prayers and thoughts. I wish I was practicing my Spanish more, but a lot of people down here are bilingual. Even so, the culture is so interesting to watch. I feel like the only time anyone in Honduras is ever in a rush is on the roads. I´d never be able to drive down here. But, when they´re not on the roads, everyone has all the time in the world for you. My watch hasn´t been on my wrist since the airport and is in the bottom of a bag. The only time I ever need to know a time is ¨what time are you picking me up this morning?¨ other than that, David and I just go with the flow.

13th time is a charm

On Tuesday, the group from California and I went to a beach resort in Tela. The water was incredibly warm, with lots of waves, and you could see your feet through the green waters. We layed out, went swimming, read books, and were having a great time... until we got sick.

Richard (a leader from CA) and I got sick first... we spent 4 hourssitting on a picnic bench close to the bathrooms and took turns running into the bathroom to get sick. By the time we left at 7 we were both so sick that they wanted to take us to the hospital. I was worse off than Richard... or I was just showing it more than he was, because he´s a guy... so they took me into the hospital in Tela, where the doctor said there was nothing he could do for us. Meanwhile, back at the bus, 3 more people got sick... some throwing up, and some from the other way... it was awful. But, we had to get back to SPS, because the group had a flight to catch the next morning. Somehow... with God´s help... we made it back to SPS around 10pm. We had to stop about 5 or 6 times for someone to run off the bus and get sick. I´ve honestly never felt so awful in my life.

I went to Ana´s mother´s house and got sick 3 more times before drifting off into a restless sleep. She said she was scared I was going to die I looked so awful. But, after a day and a half of sleeping and eating toast and drinking gatorade, I am feeling better. As far as I know, the group made it safely back to the states. I slept through their departure. David comes back from Guatemala today or tomorrow, and I´m anxious to hear about his trip as well as tell him about all the ¨fun¨that he missed at the beach.

I am living at Doña Corina´s house, Ana´s mother, in my own room with air conditioning. I share a bathroom with Cesia and Keren. It was great to unpack my stuff yesterday and to have a ¨house.¨ She keeps telling me that her house is my house. They àll speak English, too... so I don´t know if I will come back fluent in August. But, right now Ana wants me to type up a newsletter in spanish... so... I don´t know how I´ll be able to do that.

I can´t believe 2 weeks have flown by already. I´m excited to be here in Honduras. Nothing much is going on until July 24th when I go to Teguc. to visit Rick and Kim Beck. I still don´t know what I´ll be doing day to day, but at least I know where I´m staying. A group of doctors from Mercy Ships comes to stay with us on Sunday, so maybe i´ll be helping them.

thank you for all of your prayers. I´m really feeling them... especially on tuesday and yesterday when I was so sick.

Rain on a tin roof… sweet song of a summertime storm

well, when Julie Roberts wrote that rain on a tin roof song, I doubt she meant rain... probably just a drizzle. Because, it rained on our tin roof last night when we were sleeping, and it wasn{t a sweet sound... more like a freight train. I{ve never heard rain so loud. It rains a lot at night, and the san diego kids go out and play and slide across the soccer fields. david, keren, jon, and i just sit on the balcony and laugh at them. they also like to take axe body spray and a lighter and burn the bee hives for us on the balcony. i got it on video. it{s hysterical.

i{m in copan right now with nicole from connnecticut... we don{t feel like shopping. the mayan ruins were fun for the second time. the san diego group is just ready to go home, I think, and it will be relaxing when they leave. But, I definitely will be sad to see their leaders go, and jon from kansas and nicole.

so far 7 out of my 8 showers have been cold.... those cold showers feel great. Except when you look up and see a scorpion looking down at you. Keren and I were screaming. You can also here the other people in the rooms next door when we{re all in our bathrooms, so we have fun conversations as we shampoo and brush our teeth. There are also fun geckos on the walls at night.

Daily, we{ve been eating breakfast at 730, doing VBS from 9a'11am, then lunch around 12ish, and thenanother VBS from 2'4pm. dinner is usually at 6ish. so there is a lot of down time and i{ve been journaling a lot. it{s been great. on Monday we work for the last day, and then go to the beach all day tuesday. i can{t wait. can you tell that the apostrophes and things aren{t in the correct spots_ i still can{t find the question marks. hahaha. i miss you all!!

pray for the kids that i{m minstering to, and for the adjustment for David and me when the project serve kids leave.... we don{t know what we{re doing yet, and we don{t know where we{re staying.

finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO! i´m so glad that I have about 7 seconds to put a blog down here, because some people (mom) have been checking every day with no updates.

i made it to SPS safely adn saw a woman at the airport who I know from pervious trips. she called Ana just to make sure she was on her way, because she didn´t want me waiting for very long. Ana picked me up and then she dropped me off at her mother´s house where I spent the night. Most of Ana´s extended family lives near or with the grandmother, so I met lots of new people... all so nice, and most spoke broken english. Ana´s neices are all aroudn my age and bilingual, and we had fun together.

On Sunday after church I helped make a big lunch for someone´s 18th birthday. Then, I had to pick up Ana and Mauricio´s 22 year old daughter Cesia up at the airport with a cousin. It was nice to finally meet her, because I´ve met the rest of the family.

I got to the Rancho Vida camp in La Entrada on Sunday night, and have since been swept up with the california group. it´s a very ecclectic group of people living at Rancho Vida. The california group consists of 12 youth, 2 summer interns )one 22 and one 25) and the youth pastor Jim. They are from RBCPC in San Diego California. A high school girl from Connecticut and a college aged guy from Kansas are also a part of the california group (not exactly sure how that got set up)... Also... there is a Youth for christ intern named David who is living with Mauricio and Ana until August 4th. so... surprise! another person living with mauricio and ana (but no one knows exactly where, yet). He´s my age and is cool. THen Mauricio´s youngest daughter Keren, who is 18, is there. Plus, Rick adn Kim Beck who work with YFC in Tegucigalpa, are living at the camp, ebcause they are helping with the CA group. Kim and I are here at the internet cafe, ebcause she told me I need to check in with the US embassy tot ell them i´m in Honduras.

Keren and I have our own room with our own bathroom adn a big kingsized bed to share. and a big fan, which is amazing, ebcause it is SO HOT here. I mean sweat everywhere soaking through shirts hot! i had forgotten how awful the heat is.

the group has been good at inviting me in. they are all wonderful. there is the usual high school drama which Keren and I are sick of... but it´s nice to not be involved with it for once, because i´m not their leader.

i´ve gotta run, but everything is going well. David adn I don´t know what is going on after the CA group leaves on the 12th. Keren is working from 7am'5pm every day.... so we can´t hang out with her. BUt, we don´t know where we´re living or what we´re doing either. please pray for that, because I think that God is teaching me that it´s ok to not have things planned out, as you all know i have a tendency to do. sorry that this is just a tidbit of my life here, but i´ll try and write more later.

But, the best and funniest part of the trip is that at church on Sunday night, this guy in the back of the room pulled out his BULLHORN and started blowing along with the music. it reminded me of the random flags at the church in Mexico... although everyone notices the bull horn. it was so funny.

p.s... sorry ffor the bad spelling and punctuation.