Three-for-the-price-of-One

After speaking at Funda Vida last week, I hitched a ride back to Anonos with one of the workers. We were talking about life back home (she's also from the States), what it's like to live in another country, what God has been doing in our lives, and all the other things you talk about late at night when you're in the car... when suddenly she said, "Also, could you please start praying for my car." The little needle that tells you what's going on with heating under the hood, had just shot up to "WICKED HOT, PULL OVER NOW" - and we were in an area that you would refer to as not-the-nicest-part-of-town.

We were able to get to a gas station, where we pulled in and put up the hood. After various phone calls to wake people up both here AND in the States, Ali bought and put coolant in. The coolant was bright red. We poured it in and it came right out the bottom of the car, making it look like we were two blondes sacrificing a large animal in the middle of the night.

While we waited for the tow truck, we did what you're supposed to do in situations like that... we ate Nutella straight from the jar.

The sacrificial coolant

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Today, I looked out the window because I heard someone yelling. And it was a little old man standing in the middle of the road. Shaving. And yelling at cars as they drove by.

Because some days, you just need to shave in the middle of the street. Fact.

Nothing to see here, folks.

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The other day I was scheduled to start my Spanish tutoring again at a school across town. Traffic in and around San Jose was really bad, so the bus ride took over two hours. I walked into the school only to have the director say, "I didn't tell the teacher that you were starting today, so how about we start next week?"

So, I took the two hour bus ride home. And loved my life that day.

Treasures from the glasses bin