I go to Cochabamba so often, its like home away from home away from home. Dave and Dana, the everpresent guest house grandparents were glad to see me. We talked for awhile and got up to date on life. Dana made me some breakfast and we had tea with Vicky, the cute journalist from England. It was her last day, but she and Dana were really excited because her story had just been published about Danas weaving ministry with local Ketchuan women. Then in the afternoon, I saw my dear lawyer who is always there with a smile to help me hurdle through the extensive bureaucracy of Bolivian paperwork. We had a grand afternoon jogging from office to office, signing papers and cutting in line. After all my visa business was taken care of, I bid her farewell and made my way to the office.
Just like strolling into Grandmas kitchen and smelling apple pie in the oven, I walked into the office and was greeted by about four "hola, Clayton"s and numerous "como esta?"s. I met up with the short-term coordinator Amalia, almost like my adopted older sister. We had earlier gone out for lunch and had a good talk about missionary work. She introduced me to a team from South Africa. They were fun people out on a sort of ministry tour of Bolivia. Theyre supposed to be coming to La Paz with Amalia sometime soon and Amalia invited me to go with them to Copacabana and Lake Titicaca. In the evening, I packed up my stuff and said a long farewell to Dave and Dana and went with Amalia to the train station for my night bus home. It was a fun time. Im going to miss dear Cochabamba and the family I have there.
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