Monday was a blur of people rushing in and out of our house. Sonia was there to clean, so we made lunch for her, but we were getting ready for Bethany Kerr's arrival (she's 23 and is going to be a missionary in Peru for two years -- she's moving to Tarma with Meredith and Elsa). We had someone come to assemble the futon like thing, where Bethany will be sleeping until I leave, and someone else install a bar in Meredith's closet. And then it was time to go to my last missions meeting, this week at the Panaggios' house. We had coffee and basically a time of prayer and encouragement. I realized, though, that I'm at a very interesting point in my life -- in this weird transition stage between college student and adulthood. At the meeting, I stole away for a sec to chat with Maria Panaggio, who is 17 (granted a mature 17-year-old), but then I had to get back to prayer time with her parents and the Blocks and Meredith, career missionaries who all treat me as their equal, even though some of them have children older than me. This was such a perfect time for me to come because I just finished school but I'm mature enough to be on my own. If I had come one year later, it probably would be hard for me to relate to high schoolers and college-age students. After we prayed, we realized we were hungry, so the adults (including me!) went to San Antonio for dinner. While there, we found out that Sonia's 49th birthday was last week... oops. She hadn't said anything, and she was still at our house cleaning. So Meredith and I bought this apple pie thing from San Antonio and rushed home to sing "Happy Birthday" (plus the other two songs in Spanish). She seemed to appreciate it. It's hard to tell -- women from the sierra don't express emotions very openly. Meredith and I left to get Bethany Kerr from the airport. We were running late, but we actually arrived about 2 minutes before she walked out of customs with her five bags -- "smoothest airport trip ever," said Meredith. We got home a little after 11 and had to pack for our three-day trip to Tarma.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Day 67
Monday was a blur of people rushing in and out of our house. Sonia was there to clean, so we made lunch for her, but we were getting ready for Bethany Kerr's arrival (she's 23 and is going to be a missionary in Peru for two years -- she's moving to Tarma with Meredith and Elsa). We had someone come to assemble the futon like thing, where Bethany will be sleeping until I leave, and someone else install a bar in Meredith's closet. And then it was time to go to my last missions meeting, this week at the Panaggios' house. We had coffee and basically a time of prayer and encouragement. I realized, though, that I'm at a very interesting point in my life -- in this weird transition stage between college student and adulthood. At the meeting, I stole away for a sec to chat with Maria Panaggio, who is 17 (granted a mature 17-year-old), but then I had to get back to prayer time with her parents and the Blocks and Meredith, career missionaries who all treat me as their equal, even though some of them have children older than me. This was such a perfect time for me to come because I just finished school but I'm mature enough to be on my own. If I had come one year later, it probably would be hard for me to relate to high schoolers and college-age students. After we prayed, we realized we were hungry, so the adults (including me!) went to San Antonio for dinner. While there, we found out that Sonia's 49th birthday was last week... oops. She hadn't said anything, and she was still at our house cleaning. So Meredith and I bought this apple pie thing from San Antonio and rushed home to sing "Happy Birthday" (plus the other two songs in Spanish). She seemed to appreciate it. It's hard to tell -- women from the sierra don't express emotions very openly. Meredith and I left to get Bethany Kerr from the airport. We were running late, but we actually arrived about 2 minutes before she walked out of customs with her five bags -- "smoothest airport trip ever," said Meredith. We got home a little after 11 and had to pack for our three-day trip to Tarma.
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