Saturday, December 27, 2008
Feliz Navidad!
I'm pretty sure we explained what was going on to Berta before hand but, it is what it is...
(Here´s a little translation, "eso que es" means, "what is this".) Enjoy.
Merry Christmas,
Craig and Krista
Saturday, December 20, 2008
History of Paraguay... Part 1 "Stick a Flag in it."
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Right of Weight
Monday, December 1, 2008
Black Friday.
Central Ohio Success
Is Paraguay in Africa?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Prince and the Pictures
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Face Off
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Get with the Beat!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Cutting the cord...
Although the title may make some people cringe, it´s happend. For five weeks we were comfortable in the house of Maria, her wonderful meals, surrounded by people who have once been in our shoes and learned a language other than their own, and encouraged by their slow talk. ¨Snip¨goes the sissors, and off we go. This past Monday, we were scattered to our assignments for the next 9 months, to learn from the people, and teach English.
Besides adjusting to my new name, things are going well. Once my new host mother found out how much Craig and I love mangos, we went on a hunt to find some. Not to a supermarket, and sadly not to her backyard, but to the streets! Many people have mango trees, and when the ripe mangoes fall from the street and into the road, other people stop by an snatch them up. I have to admit, I felt a little timid taking other people´s fruit, but she did it first! :) They were so good I could have eaten them until I was sick! Berta told me one time when they were just coming into season, which is actually in December, she collected and ate 20 mangos in one sitting! My new comfort food. Love it.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The Other White House
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Crocodile Meat
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Yes Virginia, There is a Paraguay...
But these will all take thirty pages to describe, so I will simply end by saying that, yes Virginia, there is a Paraguay, and Krista and I are experiencing it. That and, most importantly, I have already had the chance to play soccer with some pretty stiff competition. I held my own, and could have left proud if I hadn’t played one game too many for my out of shape body.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Building my Character
As I write this we’ve been in Paraguay for one week, and I can honestly say I overall am thoroughly enjoying myself. This is not to say, I haven’t been frustrated when I don’t understand a sentence after it has been broken down to the “Nth” degree, or when I can’t even understand a 5 year old. It’s humiliating! But I can’t explain how happy I feel every time I say a complete sentence that people don’t need to correct, or ask me to say again. Or the best is really when I think of what to say, smash all of the Spanish words together that I think I need and struggle through the sentence, 30 minutes later when I finally finish my sentence, the person I’m talking to asks Craig, “what did she say?” Yep that‘s really the best. J (insert sarcasm here) However, as difficult as it may seem sometimes, I think that it is maybe better than I’m coming to Paraguay to teach English and not be fluent in Spanish myself---empathy.
I will say now, those of you who are planning on coming down for Mennonite World Conference, be gracious with the new English speakers that will be helping with the convention! The Radical Journey group met with the Mennonite World Conference persons today at their offices and talked about why our role is important in this conference. It really connected the picture for me that we are not in Paraguay to specifically be apart of a program, Radical Journey, but to assist in the communication between Mennonite persons in Kidron, Ohio, and persons in Asuncion, Paraguay-- to help somehow bridge the language barrier, and in doing so give those persons learning English a gift that will surpass World Conference --the ability to communicate in a new language.
Much more to come, thanks for your prayers of support.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
30 Hours Later...
To make the story more interesting, I could say that we rushed around Tuesday morning trying to get everything together for the flight, but the fact of the matter is, when you spend a month living in a 15X12 foot room it means that your stuff hasn’t gone very far, and there ain’t much of it.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
In the Last Days
The last several days of orientation in Chicago passed without much outside incident, save that I discovered that Dunkin Donuts managed to make a pumpkin-flavored additive that renders their otherwise unpalatable coffee very addicting. While groups were packing up to leave Chicago, there was yet again another round of “lasts” that found Krista and I traveling downtown with different people in order to see Chicago one last time and to take a ride to the top of the Hancock Building to accomplish the task in spectacular fashion.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
On the Diving Board and Ready to Jump!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
One Week Closer
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Letterman Cringes...
Monday, September 22, 2008
Pictures: Now in Technicolor!
Friday, September 19, 2008
A time of focus
Friday, September 12, 2008
Bad Moon Risin'
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The General Run of Things...
Sunday, September 7, 2008
In Training
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Monkey See, Monkey Do
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wandering Aimfully
My parents had been out for the weekend to help with some of the clean-up. It is truly mind-boggling how in even two years of living in one place, so much “stuff” can pile up and turn moving in/out/around into a monumental task. Shampooing carpets (yes, we shampooed carpets before six guys moved in), trimming trees with a pole-saw and a shoe tied to an electric extension cord, and wiping out cupboards.
By some stroke of providence, we sold our car on Tuesday. That may have introduced the subject too quickly, but suffice to say, we had been debating whether to get rid of our 97 Nissan Maxima, and it just so happened that a friend from Hesston and his wife were looking for one at the same time. It worked out for us that Krista’s dad and sister were coming out to Goshen for meetings on Wednesday the 19th and could take us back to Kidron with them, allowing us to part with our wheels early.
As an unnecessary aside, I will say that selling something that large for the first time in our lives was somewhat nerve-racking and telling for Krista and I. Nerve-racking in that there are now two of our friends driving around in a car that ran perfectly well for us, and we just pray that it continues to run perfectly well for them for another 500,000 miles. Telling in that it proved how little business sense the both of us possess. They were looking for a car, and when they told us this, they asked how much we wanted for the car. $3,500 I said. “Great,” he replied. “We have budgeted for $5,000.” (Obviously we were all relatively new to this process.) “Oh good,” I replied. “We’d be happy with even $3,000 because of the dings it has in the door.” Looking back, the haggling process in most used-card deals might be somewhat opposite of this exchange.
Car-less and, for all intents and purposes, homeless, we left Goshen with Terry and Bethany on Wednesday. We spent several short days with my parents, ate a meal with the Shues and made cameo appearances at Kidron Mennonite and Smithville Mennonite’s annual Camp Luz Sunday.
Monday the 25th arrived too quickly and by 7:00 am Krista and I were on the road back to Goshen in a mooched vehicle, my parent’s, to hand over the keys to our house to the aforementioned “guys” and sign some papers making things seem adult-like. If you want to try something surreal for a change in scenery, try coming back to a house that had been your home for two years, walking in with everything looking very sterile, devoid of most of the décor that makes it homey, and then hand it over to some people with the instructions to avoid making the neighbors angry. Two hours before the guys arrived, and while Krista and I had some time to check that most everything had been attended to, the silence of each room really spoke volumes about the closing of another chapter of our lives, and the uncertain beginning of another.
By 2:15 pm, the deed had been done, and we were officially homeless. We planned on spending the night at Krista’s cousins’ house (Jeremy and Laura) but for the next several hours, we faced the prospect of having really nowhere to go. Friends were at work or away and so we hung out at the Goshen College Library among other places before wandering to the Electric Brew. Mentioning this landmark reminds me of a trend that I am willing to bet is practiced by at least a handful of others besides my wife and I. This is the practice of using the excuse, “This is our last time here!” to justify over-spending, over-eating, or over-anything else at any place with an ounce of emotional appeal. My waistline of late is proof of that tradition’s pull at one particular Goshen landmark- The Chief. (Ice cream stand extraordinaire for those of you not lucky enough to have been there.) This brings up yet another point. Unless you want to eat a gross ton of toasted coconut ice-cream, make sure you know for sure that no one else plans on taking you out for another “last time” to the same ice-cream stop you had just been to three hours previously.
That seems like as solid wisdom as any to end on for now.