I THOUGHT I'd be here Friday night around 10 pm...but my flight was 4 hours late and I didn't go to bed til 3:15...but part of that is because I was SO excited that I had finally made it here that I couldn't sleep.
I THOUGHT I'd rent a car and drive to San Pedro on Saturday to visit friends but I got to the airport to late to rent anything and ended up taking a bus to San Pedro. And the bus was way better anyway. I made about 10 new friends and laughed the whole way there. San Pedro was awesome! I visited with Cristhian and Zaidy and walked all over town and met some extended family. Great times! Oh and by the way, I THOUGHT that I had been calling Cristian to tell him that I was coming but instead apparently I was speaking with someone else (NOT Cristian- who told me it was completely a wrong number) and he had no idea that I was there. Thankfully I found my way to their apartment and he was there. Yet another beautiful moment of my pathetic Spanish NONskills.
I THOUGHT I wanted to hang back here at the Guesthouse Sunday night and unpack and chill and not goto church but I went anyway and it was so great. I keep humming the worship songs that we sang. The whole night just confirmed how GOOD it was to finally be here.
I THOUGHT I was going to work in the scary med room yesterday and today. However, yesterday turned into a morning of some great conversations and catching up with Drs. Canario and Perdomo and then led to a last minute taxi driving experience (me being the taxi driver) to El Cercado. And oh- how beautiful it was to drive up those mountains again. Now it should be noted that basically the whole country went on strike yesterday to protest a bunch of things, like the frequent power outages, etc. We were wondering if there would be riots in the street with burning tires and such but we didn't see anything of the sort. However, there WAS a heavy police presence which I found reassuring (I think?). We were in El Cercado for almost 2 hours with a great group of folks who are here to investigate installing some Clean Water systems (stay posted on this with Solid Rock) and were testing the water at the El Cercado clinic and at Pastor Morales's house. So cool to see some familiar faces and sneak over to Yudi's house and run in for quick hugs and reassurances that Laura and I would return this weekend (ojala!).
And today turned into an interesting scene. Although I THOUGHT I'd be in the med room organizing, that only lasted about 30 minutes. One of our group guys got kinda sick and has a pretty significant heart history and we ended up in the clinic with IVs and EKGs and phone calls to cardiologists and all that.... You know, just everything that is oh so familiar to me with my obstetrical background (haha). But I am learning. And the docs and nurses at our clinic are so wonderful! And gracias a Dios, our guy is now safely tucked into his own room and resting comfortable here at the old Casa Huesped (Guest House). And bless their hearts, Kari and Laura helped me bang out the med room and then we made a dump run. YAYYYY.
So- I'm here. And it's fabulous. I love Room 16. I'm so glad things are never like I think they'll be. It's part of the adventure living here. And I'm having a blast with Laura and we giggle at night in our beds talking about our day and learning new words and sinking into the scene and lovin every minute of it. And once again- I feel God's hand here leading us among the dogs and careening vehicles and blaring music and laughing chilluns.
A few pix of the first day or two (more to follow!)
me and Cristhian....
Me, Sara Theresa, Zaidy and baby Jose Miguel
Apparently Laura and I were so excited to finally be here and in S. Domingo that we put on the hotel robes and leapt from bed to bed. I know, maturity at its finest.
Room 16 is now complete. And make no mistake. Chooch is now on the cover of Sports Illustrated, a mere two days after he was placed on the door of Room 16. I just don't think it's a coincidence.
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