School Picture Day!

I got volunteered to take school portraits for the Santa Cruz Christian Learning Center last week (Pre-School through 12th grade). I guess you get what you pay for.

End of an Era

Teaching English as a second language in a Bolivian University was not something I would have guessed we would do when coming here, but for the last four months we have really enjoyed that particular responsibility. Friday was our last class. There were some obstacles to overcome, especially having never taught English (or any other subject) before, but the rewards were well worth it. The students who stuck with it were eager and had unique personalities. They even threw us two parties during our time. One on the Bolivian Teacher's Day, and the other this last Friday. They made us a card and gave us balloons, and of course provided salteñas for all to eat.




On a little different note, two of our students from the American culture class we taught have come to the English church with us twice and seem very enthusiastic to get involved in some of the church programs, like a weekly English practice session. These non-Christian students have a love for learning and we are thankful that there is such a giving and God-centered Church with various things for people to get involved in. Thanks for all the prayers you have said for us and the people we work with. None of these things would be possible without them.

Thankful For 2 Years (and surviving the anniversary)

A trip on a Bolivian Flota (bus) gave us an anniversary to remember. We started out on August 12th and I will never forget seeing the digital clock on the bus turn 12:00 am. At that moment the first day of our third year of marriage began and we also ran out of pavement, entering a windy mountainous road that would have me nervously peering over a straight-down edge into oblivion for the next 8 or so hours. Luckily, we made the 16 hour trip in a record-breaking 14 hours. Even though it was a fast and furious initiation in to mountainous bus travel, that two hours made all the difference with no bathroom breaks. All in all the buses were tolerable, although I can't say the same for the music, or at least the volume of the music. We quite literally had to put a sock in it on the ride home. A great memory, and yet a relief that we're not doing that again any time soon.