Monday, June 15, 2009

Love these people.

Sunday was a beautiful, grey cloudy day-- the overcast sky was no match for smiling, laughing children in sunday school or warm embraces from friends long missed, a few ricas saltenas with friends or discipleship with a spiritual mother figure who resembles anne lammott and betty crocker at the same time, or the time to sit on the couch with friends at the end of the day and laugh out of tired delirium and genuine enjoyment of each others' company. Love these people.

They're teaching me to take the lowest seat at the banquet table, the one next to Jesus- servant of all. They remind me to laugh at myself when I fall and scrape my knees, to stop staring at myself in the mirror and turn my eyes to Jesus, to trust in Him to answer my questions in due time and not lean on my own understanding.

We're studying The Purpose Driven Life in Bible study at Kike and Marta's house and this last week I was so encouraged by the way they are really taking lessons to heart; then and there we all shared one way in which we wanted to apply what we talked about to our daily lives within the next few days. So good.

Today was Gloria's birthday- so fun! We're off to go get a movie to watch while we digest the enormous amounts of exquisite food we consumed today! Thank you Marta for your RICISSIMO arroz con pollo y papas a la huancaina!!!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Operation "Day Off"

Yesterday was the first day Susan, Gloria (as we like to call her, Glo), and I had a day off together.
Operation Day-Off began like this: I was at the girls' home, Susan went to our apartment, and we were going to meet at some kind of show (brigadeer?) at Romina's school. Well, I arrived at her school a bit late and it was empty... so I walked back to our apartment to find Susan. O wait, also I don't have keys to the apartment yet. So Susan wasn't there... walked to the office. Not there... Back to the apartment to wait until she came home, because surely she would be coming home soon. After a little while, Kike, Romina's dad, came at me pedaling on his bicycle, waving his cell phone in the air. He had Susan on the phone for me and my sweet Peruvian dad rode from the office to our apartment so I could talk to her! Anyway, Susan and Glo had been waiting for me at the Pizza Hut out in La Molina this whole time. So after about an hour of what I'm gonna call exercise, I found them!

Totally worth the pre-game adventure, because we got to eat at the Saltenaria! Saltenas are little empanadas I fell in love with in Bolivia last year. Really fell in love. 2 were sufficient for Glo, but unashamed I downed 3 of them.. Bien contenta :)

Adventure number 2: San Borja, Susan's new favorite park. Verdant and clean, beautiful stone walls and steps built up on hills with tiny streams trickling down them. Then we stumbled onto a little colony of huge ducks that had invaded the park.

Adventure #3: Go to an AWESOME tea shop in San Borja and sit upstairs in the little bookstore loft on the oriental rug for hours. The Indian music in the background, little glass coffee table held up by statues of Hindu gods blended well with the C.S. Lewis quote about tea painted on the wall... in English.
We mulled over questions like What makes a Peruvian tick? and Why do they work so hard at some things and despairingly give up on others? over tea and coffee. More new questions than answers. Wonderful day.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Twas the Night Before Friday

Twas the night before friday and all through the house
Not a worry was stirring, the two girls on the couch
One fell asleep to familiar songs
While the other plucked strings, at last nothing was wrong.
Soon they would dream of the following morn,
When a lost girl they'd finally get to adorn
With her very own bed and a basket of things,
With new clothes and the warmth that a loving home brings.
They tossed and they turned, but not out of fright;
No, they couldn't sleep still for excitement all night.
For the King, He would surely arrive to escort
His once forgotten daughter with an angelic cohort.
And when she stepped foot in their humble abode
They'd catch sight of the edge of the King's royal robe.
Would the brilliance of His cloak send them away blind?
Though it steal away sight, they could not help not mind
For the King comes tomorrow, and His beloved guest,
May we bow at His feet and give her our best.

Monday, June 1, 2009

There and Back Again

I assumed that the newness of traveling overseas had been drained after spending first semester in Peru and backpacking in Bolivia. But I was dead wrong. Imagine my surprise when the first sight of Costa Rica's verdant mountains snatched some breath out of me. I looked to my right and left, then behind me- everyone was smiling! A little gem of a moment with humanity.

I get one hour here in San Jose- and I am trying to "aprovechar" every minute! (I can't even waste a glance on my computer screen for too long so excuse any spelling errors). The sky reads, from left to right, "chance of thunderstorm, billowy cloudy, remnant of light white streaks on azure, blue." All this above a bottom layer of lime green grass and rainforest trees, dotted with terra cotta roofs, and stamped with giant lush mountains hugging the little city around all its edges.

Meanwhile, buses of people from everywhere (and I mean everywhere- Dallas, TX included) shuttle in and out in front of my little pane of window. Currently there are approximately 50 men, women, and curious children packed at the door and trying not to stare at the American girl awkwardly sitting on the floor. It's okay, chances are we won't see each other again and the discomfort will subside for both parties with a small dose of time.

I forgot the beauty of Latin America; I didn't forget the little details like the olive trees or bougainvillas or the bulky yet rigid look of the mountains- I forgot the experience of its beauty. It feels new all over again. Do you think we can fall in love again with God's same creation every morning? Because I think He does.

Time to board; yes! That means that the fresh-looking air is minutes from my lungs' touch. Hasta luego.