... took us to the Feria (farmer's market). It made my heart sing a little bit, and I wish a couple people, namely my mom, sister and dear friend Kayla Powell, could have been there. They would have loved it. It's probably an experience best described with pictures.
I made out pretty well with some guayabana juice, carrots, mangos, and a new shirt.
Story time: Last night I was having a major homesick moment. They happen. I do love it here, but I'm at the point where I really wouldn't mind hopping on a plane, sleeping in my bed, eating steak and potatoes, and getting those long-awaited hugs. But last night I read in Psalm 34 verse 8 which says, "Taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!" That verse resounded in my heart, and then it came to life. It started with a mom hug from a wonderful lady named Flori who we went to church with and has kind of taken me in. I had invited her daughter, Montserrat, to hang out with me and my friends. And yes, that means I have a Tica friend! She is so wonderful. Then the Lord rocked my world with his Spirit displayed through children pouring their hearts at a talent show for a Christian organization that helps get kids off the street. Follow that up with some pizza, and there's one good night. Finally today, the fruit market and spending the afternoon with my Tica sister, Stefani.
We went to a museum, shopping, and ate some McDonald's (she loves it, and well every once in awhile I enjoy a few greasy papas). I got to speak a lot of Spanish the last couple of days and experience the city with my family, and I'm quite content. Literally, I've tasted and seen... and felt and heard and enjoyed the goodness of the Lord this weekend.
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