We played a pretty intense game of capture the flag the other night. And for the record? Team 1 totally won. Team 2 are all tramposos. (Which, by the way, does NOT mean tramps. It means cheaters.)
And as much as this is becoming home, I really do miss my home. It still haven't quite realized that I'll be here for the next 10 months. I feel like any day, I'll be heading back. But I'm not. It's such a strange feeling.
Sometimes, life isn't the color you want it to be.
I'm so thankful to my Father for bringing me. It's such a challenge. The language (which, thanks to my wonderful Spanish teacher, Sr. Campbell, I've already had a pretty solid base in), the culture, and the people are so different. The same, but different. How's that for contradictory?
For one thing, you would not believe how much these Ticos love their shoes. There's a shoe store within every mile in the cities. And the women wear high heels EVERYWHERE. It's crazy. I would die. I'll stick to my converse, thank you very much.
And Ticos are much more open with their affection (which is very obvious with their PDA...), but it's also a good thing. Costa Ricans kiss each other on the cheek as a greeting.
There's something so like Jesus in that tradition. It's such an invitation into intimacy with others, a closeness that we as North Americans are sometimes very uncomfortable with. And I feel when we go to God in prayer, He greets us with a kiss. He invites us to be vulnerable, and maybe be a bit uncomfortable. But once we accept His offer, we're rewarded beyond what we deserve.
So, I hope your world view changes this week.
And I hope you have the courage to live life differently than you did yesterday.
Grace and peace,