This morning my pastor's wife Hannah came over to chat over some chai tea (sent to me by my amazing Grandma!!!). Hannah is first off just plain beautiful. I mean, her smile lights up anyone who is having a bad day. But her heart matches her face. She has a sweet and gentle spirit. She laughs easily and is filled with compassion. Add all these traits to the fact that she went to Reformed Theological Seminary and got her masters in Biblical Theology (my FAVORITE subject) and you have an awesome coffee date. There wasn't anything necessarily on the plate to talk about, but have no fear, we never lacked for conversation. In fact, all the major issues I wanted to hit up with Hannah were covered. Im really grateful for her soft wisdom and honesty with me.
I live near a long thin park called Parque Forestal. It's really quite a nice park and it has a long stretch of a lane for riding bikes or jogging. And since I have a fear of riding bikes in this city, I jog. It's really pleasent. I usually listen to radioDisney on my mp3 player and jog along to Jonas Brothers, Beyonce, or Julieta Venegas. Great stuff. Yesterday on my jog I noticed that the trees were beginning to change. Fall has finally arrived and I am glad for the change. But as I was jogging through the falling leaves, I began to think about how much I like fall. And I had this special moment when I realized that I want to be here in Santiago, jogging through this park for many falls to come. After the past few weeks of cultural adjustment being a little more painful than normal, this was a nice thought to have.
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