Last night I went to watch Jose play futbol. I didn't realize that it was all people and kids from the church playing against each other so I knew almost everyone. That made it even more fun. I also had the opportunity to talk more with Anna about how it feels to live here after growing up in Colorado, how she views the political situation here, and what I would like to achieve by spending time at her job.
When the game was almost done one of my absolute favorite boys, Bismar, hurt his wrist trying to stop a ball as goalie. The night ended with him headed to the hospital for x-rays :(
Today I woke up at 9:10 a.m. Needless to say I did not make it to church at 9 o'clock. But I did get some writing done for Tony's newsletter. And I ate a ton of fish soup. Dinner last night was great too. Karla had fried eggs with beans, avocado, queso fresco, and fried platanos waiting for us when we got home from the futbol game. Very traditional. Yum.
On a not so happy note, I have been meaning to write that we have not seen Carlos at all in three weeks. Looks like he went back to life on the streets. But I have hope in knowing that now Carlos has seen a different way of life, and he can choose to come back whenever he wants to. We will continue to pray that we see him soon and that he is safe in the meantime.
