Christmas Day 2009Jenna at 23 weeks pregnant
Yes! It's that time of year again! Christmas has come and gone and again we find ourselves moving. We have moved for the last 3 years the week between Christmas and New Years, and it's beginning to feel like a family tradition. We have been married a little over 2 years, this is our 3rd country we've lived in and we just moved into our 7th house! We are definitely ready to settle down for a little while- like a year and a half.
Christmas was great this year. The week before Christmas we attended several Christmas dinner parties where I accompanied a trumpet player from our mission as the evening's entertainment. We also were able to attend a Christmas Eve service at the English speaking church in town. I sang "Breath of Heaven"- which seemed very appropriate since I'm is getting bigger day by day. We opted to head home after the service for a quiet evening- which was interrupted by a very interesting Bolivian tradition of fireworks starting at about 8pm and reaching its crescendo at midnight. Imagine the biggest 4th of July fireworks display you have ever seen and multiply that by about 4 and that was what we saw and experienced at midnight on Christmas Eve. Everyone in the city buys fireworks and sets them off from their yards, filling the air with the smell of smoke and making it sound like a warzone. It certainly was not a "silent night", but it was fun to see that many fireworks.
As I mentioned before we just moved into our 7th house of our marriage. We will post more pictures soon. We are now living much closer to our ministry site, Poza Verde, and are about 1.5 hours from Santa Cruz. The house we are living in is owned by another missionary family that has to live in the city for now since their kids are in school. We are also located next door (about 400m) from a Trans-World Radio station where we have lovely neighbors who have already made us feel at home. The house is beautiful, in a great location and it is wonderful to be back to country living. We have a cow pasture behind our house and the occasional smells remind us of central Pennsylvania in the summer, not to mention being surrounded by lots of Mennonites who speak only German or spanish.
We have been greeted in German several times now, and I'm wishing I had paid more attention to my Grandfather when he tried to teach me a few basic German phrases. Spanish works as a nice intermediary for communication.
I think thats it for now. Stay posted for more pictures- coming soon! (After we get our internet set up in our house!)
No comments:
Post a Comment