My Bolivian Family

Today was my big moving day. We had a family fun day at the church. Tomorrow is the church´s fifth aniversary so they´re having a bit of a shindig today and tomorrow. It was pretty fun. There´s this thing called altitude, but I still don´t belive in it. It´s supposed to take three months to fully adjust to the altitude, but I decided to play soccer today. Other than being out of breath after three minutes, I think I handled it pretty well.

After a long exhausting day of soccer and games, I was introduced to my Bolivian family. The dad´s name is Jorge and the daughter´s name is Stephanie. I can´t remember the mom´s name or the younger son´s name yet. They´re a very nice family. I felt a little bad for them. They´re trying very hard to be nice (which they are), but tonight they set up a sort of ¨United States¨ dinner. They had some interesting hotdogs, cold cereal, and hot chocolate. I´m sure they were trying to make me feel at home, but I hope they don´t try too hard. I´d much rather have whatever a Bolivian family normally has for dinner. They are really nice though. That´s the main point. They couldn´t do more to make me feel at home.

I must apoligise now because from this point forward I have a feeling my blogs will become increasingly sloppy in terms of grammar and vocabulary. I´m starting to pick up on the broken English that the Bolivians use while communicating with me. It´s getting harder to... finish this sentence with words that Bolivian´s will understand, so I´m not even going to try. lo siento. no comprende.

Please pray that the Lord will refresh my mind when I most need it to be refreshed. I understand that being mentally drained is sure to happen, as it is right now, but I don´t want it to be like this all the time.

The above paragraphs seem a little dark, but overall I´m having a great time. I´m very glad that I´m here.