Digamos, hola hola coca cola! pero despues de hoy y porque mi papa me envio una carta con algo comico, hoy es hola--a la ola :)
No he escrito hace semanas por causa de viajes, vacaciones, y el inicio de una nueva clase más, me falta sueño…
Quiero contar algunos cuentos de las semanas pasadas en ingles y un resumen en espanol.
Pues, las semanas pasadas vivimos unos 10 dias en Nicaragua que ahorra parece un sueno a veces : } pasamos tiempo en Managua con charlas y preparando para unos pocos dias con una familia en un pueblo, digamos "cuenca de polvo" (no habia ni un gota de lluvia). --Fue un tiempo bonito pintamos la verja (dos veces) jugamos bastante kickbol, fuimos a la iglesia, cantamos, sentamos, fuimos al juegos de beisbol/kickbol, fuimos a la finca-- terminamos en Granda con el grupo otra vez--que linda la ciudad antigua!
Tambien, este tiempo incluyo mi "descanso/vacaciones" para este semestre y fui a Panama con dos amigas en el fin de semana, nos quedamos con una pareja, em, interesante, pasamos tiempo con abel--nuestro papa/abuelo loco y amable, el sol nos quedo un poco en la playa etc.
Empezamos nuestra clase de la fe en practica en latinoamerica esta semana en LASP y solamente tenemos una semana mas en ICADS.
[had a pic of lake nicaragua--lots of lakes, like home : }--this was supposed to be where the canal went through--much less work than Panama. Huge lake with two volcanoes on an island in the middle to welcome us to Nicaragua. not sure where the picture went : ( ]
Pasamos 2 dias en Managua, revisamos y aprendimos y vimos mas de la historia, incluyendo Sandion y el Frente . . . un gran personaje en mas que una manera.
New Cathedral after the earthquake, not as welcomed and a semi-eerie feel, juxtaposed with the Hermanos en Cristo church in Buenos Aires.
Caimito--uhhh, hmmm. about that... Kickbol! do(s) ou! (nicas drop s's--ma o meo)
food wise, though ate more food than I ever
thought possible. wow, even lactose.
boo hoo pictures are failing again, will put more up as computer allows.
A couple stories to share
could take place any day of the home-stay--
¡Batea muy duro, muy duro, Michelle! (They call me by my middle name here, and it sounds like Meechel)
¡Pst. Pst.A la surda!
¡No, a la derecha!
Just as I am about to kick, Cesar runs up with a cookie for me. This is a normal occurrence throughout the game, last time it was a coca cola and before, a mandarin. –Everyone shares and gives so freely and frequently, I am constantly humbled—
I pawn off my cookie to another little friend as the little crowd looks on... I kick a home run again and almost hit the horse that was standing in the field!—it is one of the best feelings to come to home plate covered in sweat and plovo (dust—we live in a dust bowl : }), laughing with my new friends.
We play kickball every day for hours, such a simple part of the day, but it brings everyone together.
the final day in our home-stays:
I couldn’t stop smiling in church last night—I decided just to go all out and could hardly keep from cracking up when we sang todo poderoso for a special with some of our friends and it hardly had a recognizable melody, but we were so happy and praising God together. I pretended like I knew all of the alabanzas with a rhythm and melody that as some say “only God knows,” and sang and clapped along. I had no idea that I was going to have to read the scripture passage for the night and lead the church in prayer in Spanish, but it all works out. How great to fellowship with people almost every night—sometimes it might seem tedious or repetitive, really, but there is so much joy and sharing, how can you miss it?
This also provided a neat opportunity to say thank you for being Jesus to us, passages like John 13 were literally acted upon in such a short time of hosting us, even my mom sneaking my clothes to wash every day on the washboard or kari's sister washing her feet . . .
note
My family was pretty complicated, woven and connected in strange ways, but afforded so many wonderful relationships : ) and apparently I earned the best compliment in that I was "casi baron"-- normally I wouldn't choose to be called a boy, but it translates to a high status... huh.
Granada--the colors and combinations in the colonial city are great! Minibus, horse-drawn cart, car, bicycle, pedestrian . . . all sharing the street.
Panama! no stories ahorita, but we swam/boogie boarded in the ocean, hung out in the little towns, ate delicious fish, met some crazy people, hiked and saw beautiful views, laughed a lot, slept . . .
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