I have been storing up little thoughts on the people here in Santiago, and I would like to share them now...
There is a man who works in an apartment building near mine that has the same huge lower lip that my grandpa has. I walk by him everyday on the way to the gym as he is sweeping up the leaves off the sidewalk and I always want to hug him (I haven't given in to that urge yet).
There is another viejito (little old man) who washes cars along one of the streets that I take who gives me a huge smile everytime I pass by. I get a cheery buenos dias senorita and I smile back and return the greeting. Just thinking about him makes me smile...
Yesterday on the metro a man was correcting the classified section of the newspaper with a red pen.
Another man in a business suit was looking at some song lyrics on a piece of paper and eventually he began to hum then, which led to him singing them outloud on the metro train. I was amused, the man correcting the newspaper was not.
It is supposed to be winter vacation this week, but it is so warm that I keep finding myself laying out by the pool at the gym soaking in the sun (of course with tons of sunblock mom). And yet.. when I wear flip flops to go across the street to Big John (our local version of 7 eleven), the people stare at me like I am nuts.
On a great note: Ash and I do Bible study together on tuesdays and this week I started studying my bible at 7 and around 11 I stopped. I took a break to warm up some dinner but in general, we had a nice long bible study. Now, I am not going to say that legnth means quality, but who would argue that a four hour chat with a friend over coffee isn't better than 20 minutes? I read through most of the Pauline letters. I originally sat down to find verses for a friend in want of some Biblical counseling, but found the Holy Spirit convicting me in every turn. I sat there amazed at God's Word, that after so much time, He still speaks. It was so refreshing!
There is a man who works in an apartment building near mine that has the same huge lower lip that my grandpa has. I walk by him everyday on the way to the gym as he is sweeping up the leaves off the sidewalk and I always want to hug him (I haven't given in to that urge yet).
There is another viejito (little old man) who washes cars along one of the streets that I take who gives me a huge smile everytime I pass by. I get a cheery buenos dias senorita and I smile back and return the greeting. Just thinking about him makes me smile...
Yesterday on the metro a man was correcting the classified section of the newspaper with a red pen.
Another man in a business suit was looking at some song lyrics on a piece of paper and eventually he began to hum then, which led to him singing them outloud on the metro train. I was amused, the man correcting the newspaper was not.
It is supposed to be winter vacation this week, but it is so warm that I keep finding myself laying out by the pool at the gym soaking in the sun (of course with tons of sunblock mom). And yet.. when I wear flip flops to go across the street to Big John (our local version of 7 eleven), the people stare at me like I am nuts.
On a great note: Ash and I do Bible study together on tuesdays and this week I started studying my bible at 7 and around 11 I stopped. I took a break to warm up some dinner but in general, we had a nice long bible study. Now, I am not going to say that legnth means quality, but who would argue that a four hour chat with a friend over coffee isn't better than 20 minutes? I read through most of the Pauline letters. I originally sat down to find verses for a friend in want of some Biblical counseling, but found the Holy Spirit convicting me in every turn. I sat there amazed at God's Word, that after so much time, He still speaks. It was so refreshing!
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by the way, many young people in amsterdam wear flip-flops. and i think i remember seeing this in paris as well. so you're just letting them in on international fashion (exported from California, of course). you're a trend-setter!
see you soon!
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mom