June 26, 2010
2:30 Sat morning. We're in the nicest hotel yet. It seems like we've gone from rough to nicer to nicest hotels. Before I forget, I need to mention we have translators from Word of Life Argentina. One of them is really funny. Another one likes playing with my hair. The (FBC) girls keep swooning over one or two of them (WoL translators). It's annoying. It's distracting. It doesn't matter much, I guess, and it won't matter pretty soon. We sung at a Chorus School (on) Friday and felt so outdone by them. I signed a little kid's paper. Friday's last concert was probably the best by far. Not only did the drama, choir, and orchestra teams perform well, I had an opportunity to discuss God and faith with a girl very roughly my age. I did my best, but she wanted proof of God, and I told her God requires faith. I half broke down thinking about the decision (or almost decision) she made. Some friends (Chelsea and David) reminded me it's not my job to save someone. It's my job to share. I pray the seed that was planted will be watered and harvested by another.
I love this place, but I miss the American flag. I think national pride (culture), comfort, and schedules have been my main sacrifices this week.
There are no street traffic lights, signs, or markings. No one obeys the speed limit. No one will stop for pedestrians unless you're directly in front of them. There are dogs everywhere, and I saw two nearly make out. Eww.
Showing posts with label Argentina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Argentina. Show all posts
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Entry 2, ARG 2010
June 23, 2010
It's Wednesday-I think. Yesterday was somewhat hectic. We had a good concert last night. The toilets at our hotel were nasty. The beds were musty. The room was small. But I haven't gotten nauseous, (despite the fact the food is weird) which evens it all out. I'm looking forward to US food. I'm looking forward to the American flag. The US beat Algeria. (Here was a break in time)
The first part of this entry was written on a bus to the Word of Life, er, Palabra de Vida campus. Now I'm on the bus for the next (now 6) hours to Santa Fe. Or Cordoba. I forgot. I'm sure it's Santa Fe. I had a good 30 minute nap, and am surprised I didn't sleep longer on account of the stress and lack of sleep I got last night. There's a bunch of cows, as expected. There are sheep, too. I've only seen one flock, though. I was surprised at 7:30 (this morning) when it was still dark outside when I remembered that it's winter here. The sky looks like winter, too. It hasn't been too cold as of late. The coolest times are in the morning and evening; it warms up during the day. The trees here are cool. Big, nice, meaty trees. Not the wimpy pines and palms in Florida. Some girls keep flirting with the Argentine guys. One girl got an e-mail address. There are a lot of farms along the road I'm on. I'm going to read the book I was supposed to read on the plane now.
It's Wednesday-I think. Yesterday was somewhat hectic. We had a good concert last night. The toilets at our hotel were nasty. The beds were musty. The room was small. But I haven't gotten nauseous, (despite the fact the food is weird) which evens it all out. I'm looking forward to US food. I'm looking forward to the American flag. The US beat Algeria. (Here was a break in time)
The first part of this entry was written on a bus to the Word of Life, er, Palabra de Vida campus. Now I'm on the bus for the next (now 6) hours to Santa Fe. Or Cordoba. I forgot. I'm sure it's Santa Fe. I had a good 30 minute nap, and am surprised I didn't sleep longer on account of the stress and lack of sleep I got last night. There's a bunch of cows, as expected. There are sheep, too. I've only seen one flock, though. I was surprised at 7:30 (this morning) when it was still dark outside when I remembered that it's winter here. The sky looks like winter, too. It hasn't been too cold as of late. The coolest times are in the morning and evening; it warms up during the day. The trees here are cool. Big, nice, meaty trees. Not the wimpy pines and palms in Florida. Some girls keep flirting with the Argentine guys. One girl got an e-mail address. There are a lot of farms along the road I'm on. I'm going to read the book I was supposed to read on the plane now.
Entry 1, ARG 2010
June 2, 2010
9:35
I'm currently approaching Santiago de Cuba. It's 9:35, and I've been flying for about an hour and a half. I've been able to complete some Algebra, which is quite a feat considering I'm in a very nice plane with flight attendants 10 feet away from me with food and drink. This plane is quite the contrast from the previous plane. The previous one was an old, cramped, freezing cold propeller plane that looked like it didn't belong in a modern air fleet. There were two aisles, both smack against the walls of the 20 foot wide body. This one is much nicer. There are three aisles and plenty of leg room. Lasagna and chicken are coming my way, waiting to be selected. I think I'll pick chicken.
The Miami flight was delayed for 30-45 minutes on account of pouring rain. The only other incident was where we hit what I believe to be turbulence, and about three girls screamed in unison. The flight crew found it amusing.
9:35
I'm currently approaching Santiago de Cuba. It's 9:35, and I've been flying for about an hour and a half. I've been able to complete some Algebra, which is quite a feat considering I'm in a very nice plane with flight attendants 10 feet away from me with food and drink. This plane is quite the contrast from the previous plane. The previous one was an old, cramped, freezing cold propeller plane that looked like it didn't belong in a modern air fleet. There were two aisles, both smack against the walls of the 20 foot wide body. This one is much nicer. There are three aisles and plenty of leg room. Lasagna and chicken are coming my way, waiting to be selected. I think I'll pick chicken.
The Miami flight was delayed for 30-45 minutes on account of pouring rain. The only other incident was where we hit what I believe to be turbulence, and about three girls screamed in unison. The flight crew found it amusing.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Pick me!
When people quote Isaiah 6:8, I almost always picture the Trinity talking amongst themselves in an airy room with ionic pillars. They are discussing strategy of how to tell man of his iniquity and of God's holiness and perfection. Then God says, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?" I then picture me, five inches high, hopelessly jumping up and down with one hand in the air saying, "Ooh, ooh, pick me! PICK ME!"
While it is true that I have the opportunity every day to tell people of the Creator, tomorrow, I, along with around 130 of high schoolers, have the privilege of going to a whole other continent and sharing with Argentines the hope of our Savior. This is something big. This is something that doesn't happen everyday. For the next nine days, we will be immersed in a different country and culture, putting on concerts in an effort to introduce people to a God who cares.
As you can imagine, I am excited, nervous, excited, etc. I'm hoping to take at least some pictures, but this may be somewhat difficult as we will be on the go the majority of the time. I was even considering posting updates on here, but again, I don't know how that would work, since our internet access will be purposefully limited, if not non-existent altogether.
I am going to attempt to keep something at least remotely similar to a journal whilst down there. Perhaps I could post the entries when I return.
While it is true that I have the opportunity every day to tell people of the Creator, tomorrow, I, along with around 130 of high schoolers, have the privilege of going to a whole other continent and sharing with Argentines the hope of our Savior. This is something big. This is something that doesn't happen everyday. For the next nine days, we will be immersed in a different country and culture, putting on concerts in an effort to introduce people to a God who cares.
As you can imagine, I am excited, nervous, excited, etc. I'm hoping to take at least some pictures, but this may be somewhat difficult as we will be on the go the majority of the time. I was even considering posting updates on here, but again, I don't know how that would work, since our internet access will be purposefully limited, if not non-existent altogether.
I am going to attempt to keep something at least remotely similar to a journal whilst down there. Perhaps I could post the entries when I return.
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