20.10.08

The longest entry ever...get ready.

So, I've made it to Peru. I'm in Lima until the 28th of October, when I will be shipped with all 30 bags (more on that later) to Arequipa. I've been so blessed to be surrounded by such welcoming people. My teammates on REAPSouth are amazing, and I feel so loved. Praise God for that, and for His Body. 

Here, in no particular order, are random updates, first impressions, fun stories, and whatever else I can think of that might be of some importance...

I left Atlanta on a night with perhaps one of the best sunsets ever. As the plane was taking off, I could see the clouds and the sun rays starting to mix together. We soared through clouds and were eventually suspended above all of them. I got to see the sunset from a different perspective, and it was magnificent. After having left my parents at the gate (yes, they got to go to the gate with me), I started to get emotional, but the Lord comforted me with His natural beauty in the clouds, the colors, and the knowledge that I am following Him.

The plane ride was uneventful. It lasted a lot longer than I thought, but I made it without any bumps or bruises. I think the funniest thing must have been what others saw when I was hauling my luggage through the Lima airport. Here's the deal: I had to repack a lot of stuff at the Atlanta airport so that I would not have to pay 300 dollars; instead, I only ended up paying 200. I, however, did not want to carry as much with me as I ended up taking. I had 3 massive suitcases, a HUGE backpack, a little backpack, and my purse. Oh yes, I looked amazingly touristy. Trying to get all the luggage from baggage claim to the area where they kept the baggage carts was interesting. 

I was greeted by my whole team, which was such a blessing. It's been a privilege to hang out with the Weavers, the Austins, the Stones, Kristen, Melissa, Kathryn, Austen, Jessica, Sandi, and Steve. I've loved being with them. Because it was difficult the first day or so (I cried a lot the first day I was here), I don't know what I would have done without them; the Lord has blessed me indeed. 

First impressions on Lima: Gray and icky. Honestly, sort of depressing. However, after having been here almost a week and feeling like I am getting a bit more acclimated, I think the city is starting to grow on me. I haven't seen too much of it, and I have no clue where I am most of the time, but when the sun comes out and it warms up a little, it's kind of nice. The longer I stay here, the harder it will be for me to leave. I am looking forward to getting to Arequipa and being able to unpack and settle into a place. From what I hear, Arequipa and I are going to be great together: sun, color, and beautiful places. 

Today was the first day I actually did something on my own: I got myself from the Missions office on La Florida to the apartment I'm currently staying in. This might sound like a small thing, but it wasn't for me, for various reasons: 1. I'm still trying to get in the groove of speaking in spanish and remembering so much that I've lost over the years. 2. Like I said, I have no idea where anything is or what anything is called. 3. The driving here is insane, and if you get a taxi driver who doesn't know where he is, that can't be good. Praise the Lord I got a good one who knew where he was going and I was able to tell him where to go (only because Kristen wrote all of it down for me). 

Other observations: 
-Starbucks is pretty good here. I can't wait to find some local coffeeshops, though.
-I've been going to the English classes that REAP does and they are so fun and the people who come are wonderful.
-The first songs I heard in Lima were "Bad Education," "I think I'm turning Japanese," and U2's wonderful anthem "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For." Wow.
-Milk here is not too bad. It's definitely not the same, but it's not awful.
-People love their money. Merchants are really particular about how the money looks, and if they don't have change, they might not sell you something. Or if they don't like you, they might not sell you something.
-There are some expensive places to live in Lima...I mean, NICE places. 
-I went to an AMAZING church on Sunday called Arco de Noe....it was outside of Lima, but the people there were so wonderful. I also was able to see a very different side of Lima than the nicer district we're in, which is called Miraflores.
-The food here is not agreeing with my stomach. Make your own conclusions. 
-There are a fair amount of American things...we ate at Chili's tonight, and it was actually better than Chili's at home; KFC was also pretty decent (this does not necessarily mean that my tummy is happy).
-I have seen more beautiful golden retrievers here than at home. :) 
-Shopping is so different, por varias razones. 
-Someone actually told me that something about my face didn't look American. This absolutely made my day. Then I said my dad was Spanish, they said "ohh...yes." 
-I have to wear earplugs when I sleep. Y'all know about me and quiet at night....well, imagine sirens and horns and traffic and people. It's tons of fun.

I think that's about it for now. As if you needed anymore. I told you it would be long. I have been on the go a lot, so when it's time to sleep, I crash. I've tried to write stuff down to tell everyone (if you know me at all, you know about my recent memory problems :)....

A Dios le bendiga. Praise God for life, wherever it finds me. 

Check out Prov. 16:1-5, 9 and Col. 1:21-23. 

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Just a couple thoughts:

1.) It's awesome to hear how you are taking heart and finding peace in God. It's an incredible statement of your faith, one that I hope I could demonstrate.

2.) Food does that when you're new to an area. Your stomach will adjust in time.

3.) You will have to let me know how Peruvian coffee is. I love me so good coffee.

4.) Oddly enough, though my dad isn't Hispanic, the guys he works with call him either Mexican or Iranian, depending on the time of year. The darker he is, the more Hispanic he looks, and the paler he is, the more Iranian he looks. It proves for some funny conversations.

5.) If you're ever in the neighborhood of Buenos Aires de Villa and have some time, find the Eben Ezer Student Center and look up a kid by the name of César Emanuel Vargas Telles. He's 7 years old, and he's my sponsor kid through Compassion International. He's pretty awesome. If you do run into him, tell him I said hey and that I love him very much and that I'm praying for him everyday.

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