I am going to keep this short because I am exhausted.
Today, I walked to the center to read at a coffee shop in town. I sat near the front window as I journaled and watched people strolling along the Peatonal- shopping, playing, chatting, etc.
I walked around town after I left the coffee shop.
I have an obsession with all the little boutiques in town- everything is so cheap. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, Artesian tents are set up along 3-4 blocks between my street and the plaza where all sorts of jewelry, candles, homemade crafts, candies, leather goods, and home decor are sold.
I peered into each tent, curious to see if there were any new artists in town this weekend.
I came across a tent with a young boy selling handmade alpargatas in various patterns. They were 22 pesos- roughly $7US. We had a little chat about alpargatas and TOMS. He didn't seem too interested. ha. As I got to the end of the row or tents, I came upon the plaza and the sky was all pink and bluish... giving everything a soft glow that really made it feel like summer.
I walked past a giant menorah and into the central plaza. The plaza was FULL with people: artists, vendors, children playing and eating cotton candy, families taking pictures, little boys playing soccer... the fountain looked more lively than ever and the trees were green from the past two days of rain we've had. It was still chilly but just cool enough for a light jacket and a stroll. I walked my 20 min home with a little skip in my step. I thought about the little time I have left to spend with people here and how much I will miss them... and the long 40ish days I have until I can finally see friends and family at home, all of whom I miss so much.
I thought: I'm pretty blessed to feel so parted between these two worlds.
11.10.2007
This was written like a month ago. I just forgot to post it.
Today I had a conversation with some Argentine youth (who will go unnamed) about the United States. She spoke English and wanted to travel to speak English and go to school abroad. When asked where she would go, she said “Not the United States- I don’t like the culture or the politics.” Funny, she has never been to the US.
I then asked her what about the politics she doesn’t like. “Todo” meaning “all of it,” was her response. She couldn’t tell me what specifically she didn’t like- but she knew she hated Bush. Oh ok, well that’s a sufficient reason. Totally reasonable.
I haven’t been angry, mainly just amused, when people criticize the US here. It’s funny to me. Their politicians are so corrupt and their people are naïve and apathetic, in general (I don’t want to make sweeping statement and apply stereotypes, though it may be hard to avoid). Still, they have a mouthful of criticism for Americans: we are too rich, all of us have pools in our backyards, we are naïve and don’t see what’s really going on in the world, our politicians are super corrupt and money-grubbing, we are ignorant and act entitled, and the list goes on…
Now I am NOT denying those critics their right. They are right a lot of the time. Clearly, the US has her problems. Yet, someone has to ask “Why is the US where it is today? Why does our economy boom and our influence reach the world over?”
If you were to say that Americans harder working, smarter, better looking, stronger, etc., you simply put down another nationality or culture. Then I’d be accused of prejudice or even… racism. Oh God no.
Why is America where she is today? I’m not assuming that our position is good and almighty. I am asking why does America (EEUU for other Americans) find herself as THE key player in International Relations? I mean to say that if nations were playing a game of poker, America wouldn’t always have winning cards. But she would always be betting the most, calling every other nations’ bluff, and scoping out suspected cheaters. She’d always be playing. So why is America always in the game?
Could the answer be that obvious? Could it really be the strong foundation that our forefathers (Madison, Paine, Franklin, Jefferson, etc.) gave us: A foundation of morals and values- more specifically, a value for life? Could it be the idea that everyman was created equally and given free reign and complete responsibility for his/her life so long as they stayed within the laws of the state- those, which only served to protect the general welfare and promote individual wellbeing? Could it be capitalism- the economy’s freedom from the government’s regulating hand? Could it be that it is a boiling pot of humanity… each man seeking religious, social, and economic freedom? Why would people be attracted to America? Could it be it is the representation of an ideal?
Even if I didn’t believe all that mentioned above has contributed to America’s arrival at her present state, I would lie and say it was the strong foundation of values: morals, freedom, personal responsibility, and individual life. What other reason could I give that wouldn’t make me out to be a “close minded red-neck” or the next Hitler? To claim that our land, people, or society is reasoning for our country’s status is to be borderline… racist? Close minded?
Think about it.
And if it’s not any of the above reasons and God knows it isn’t luck, then what could it be? Values.
I don’t know what else it could be? Whether you and I like it or not, our values drive what we say, think, and do. Our values drive our lives. For that matter, when one looses his or her values, what happens to them? What will happen to America? Will she stop being what our “founding fathers” found and become what other nations want her to be? I don’t know how that could happen if other nations can’t agree on what a perfect America would look like… especially when those nations are filled with youth that form their opinions based upon media and CNN. But that discussion can wait…
Allow me to jump down off my soapbox.
To try to explain this in Spanish would have been suicide. Explaining what I truly meant would be twisted and hard to express accurately for a number of reasons. Mainly it was that meaning-language-cognitive constructions are ingrained and hard to deconstruct and reconstruct fast enough to carry on a conversation in a new language.
I am getting to the part where I tell you what I am learning from this…
Have you ever felt like you have no language? I mean, you have a language, you understand through cognitive constructions that have developed your perception of the world. That’s a given. But have you ever felt like there are no words to express what you feel, see, believe… or desire. I felt like that today.
It is as if there is no way to even describe that which you are experiencing… because someone would have to walk in your shoes, erase every memory from the former life to take on only the experience of your life to finally understand your point of view, past understandings, personal preferences, etc. It’s impossible to do so. I can never be or understand completely anyone else. EVER. Let alone, I often have a hard time understanding myself.
This past week has been one of frustration and defeat. I feel like I am lo más peor (the WORST) at speaking in Spanish right now. So I’ve been watching a lot of English TV (“Estas viendo Warner Channel”) and reading things in English; I just miss stuff.
I miss the way people appreciate sarcasm and dry humor (I am a patron, an artist of neither one). I miss the way authenticity is valued. I miss the respect for authority or high regard for hard work. Last week, I had a professor announce that she wanted to move her test up a week and a half. That meant that we would take the test in only 2 more classes, or one week later. I had a one week notice to read about 150 pages of Administration material in Spanish. What’s more, the material I was initially given to read was the material for the next test and the professor chose to tell me this less than a week before the test would be given. That next week I had already bought tickets and made reservations to be in Chile all week. So when the trip was over, my next two days were dedicated to studying for this test. I read almost all the material and had a good understanding of it.
When the test was given out, it was all questions that required regurgitation! “Draw this timeline and graph.” I could have simply read my notes and memorized things from the night before, but my method of studying was insufficient! EVERYTHING was regurgitation. I don’t do regurgitation. I made a 6.5 out of 10. That’s passing here. Come to find out though… the grade doesn’t count; only the final decides your grade for the semester.
Anyway, watching English TV- that’s how I dealt with my frustration! It’s not like doing these kinds of things make me feel better, they just help delay the inevitable inner struggle: to submit and conform to a language world that I initially chose to enter… or to resist the culture’s influence and grow increasingly frustrated or bitter.
I have found that I do this with Christ. I chose to enter into a relationship with the son of God. This implies a cause, rather a need. I had a need and wanted to ultimately pursue another world other than the one in which I live. Within this new world, rather this kingdom, cognitive constructions couldn’t be more different than those of my formal world. It’s as if my understanding of what I feel, see, believe, and even desire has changed because the meaning of the world has changed.
So what will help me ease into the culture of this new world? Well watching English TV… any TV for that matter, doesn’t help (in both worlds: Spanish and Kingdom)
But honestly, I’ve found not much can keep the culture shock from happening. It is during this time, you cry the most, you feel the deepest, you laugh hardest, and act in the weirdest ways, etc… most importantly, this is the time when friendships are valued and found to be true or false, leaving no room for the mediocre. You desire your best friends, your family, your siblings. ha!
I actually called my little sister to chat just because I missed my best friend! At the end of our conversation she told me "I understand what you mean." I couldn't help but cry. I missed someone understanding, someone who knew me well.
I think God has been trying to teach me how to be a friend and how to love people. I don't listen like I should or try to understand my friends all the time and know them... because that's hard to do. It takes an emotional investment and nowadays, our culture is into all investments except those emotional.
Yesterday, I was signing the facebook wall of one of my newest and dearest friends here in Mendoza (Laura, an exchange student from Columbia) and she had a quote that said this:
Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.
-Rev Ed Hird
I believe it. When you look at the deepest friendships, the most secure relationships, and the longest lasting marriages… you see a root in understanding. I do not mean to say that understanding a person 24/7 is necessary for a good relationship. I do mean to say that the person who has someone in their life, who seems to understand them and want to know their heart, seems to deal with life pretty well. If I was a friend who practiced understanding... I think I'd be a better friend.
When I simply feel understood, I feel pretty great. I feel REALLY great!
I guess before I start ranting and raving as I did earlier, I should try to understand before I seek to be understood. That is sacrifice, selflessness, love... being a friend.
Today I had a conversation with some Argentine youth (who will go unnamed) about the United States. She spoke English and wanted to travel to speak English and go to school abroad. When asked where she would go, she said “Not the United States- I don’t like the culture or the politics.” Funny, she has never been to the US.
I then asked her what about the politics she doesn’t like. “Todo” meaning “all of it,” was her response. She couldn’t tell me what specifically she didn’t like- but she knew she hated Bush. Oh ok, well that’s a sufficient reason. Totally reasonable.
I haven’t been angry, mainly just amused, when people criticize the US here. It’s funny to me. Their politicians are so corrupt and their people are naïve and apathetic, in general (I don’t want to make sweeping statement and apply stereotypes, though it may be hard to avoid). Still, they have a mouthful of criticism for Americans: we are too rich, all of us have pools in our backyards, we are naïve and don’t see what’s really going on in the world, our politicians are super corrupt and money-grubbing, we are ignorant and act entitled, and the list goes on…
Now I am NOT denying those critics their right. They are right a lot of the time. Clearly, the US has her problems. Yet, someone has to ask “Why is the US where it is today? Why does our economy boom and our influence reach the world over?”
If you were to say that Americans harder working, smarter, better looking, stronger, etc., you simply put down another nationality or culture. Then I’d be accused of prejudice or even… racism. Oh God no.
Why is America where she is today? I’m not assuming that our position is good and almighty. I am asking why does America (EEUU for other Americans) find herself as THE key player in International Relations? I mean to say that if nations were playing a game of poker, America wouldn’t always have winning cards. But she would always be betting the most, calling every other nations’ bluff, and scoping out suspected cheaters. She’d always be playing. So why is America always in the game?
Could the answer be that obvious? Could it really be the strong foundation that our forefathers (Madison, Paine, Franklin, Jefferson, etc.) gave us: A foundation of morals and values- more specifically, a value for life? Could it be the idea that everyman was created equally and given free reign and complete responsibility for his/her life so long as they stayed within the laws of the state- those, which only served to protect the general welfare and promote individual wellbeing? Could it be capitalism- the economy’s freedom from the government’s regulating hand? Could it be that it is a boiling pot of humanity… each man seeking religious, social, and economic freedom? Why would people be attracted to America? Could it be it is the representation of an ideal?
Even if I didn’t believe all that mentioned above has contributed to America’s arrival at her present state, I would lie and say it was the strong foundation of values: morals, freedom, personal responsibility, and individual life. What other reason could I give that wouldn’t make me out to be a “close minded red-neck” or the next Hitler? To claim that our land, people, or society is reasoning for our country’s status is to be borderline… racist? Close minded?
Think about it.
And if it’s not any of the above reasons and God knows it isn’t luck, then what could it be? Values.
I don’t know what else it could be? Whether you and I like it or not, our values drive what we say, think, and do. Our values drive our lives. For that matter, when one looses his or her values, what happens to them? What will happen to America? Will she stop being what our “founding fathers” found and become what other nations want her to be? I don’t know how that could happen if other nations can’t agree on what a perfect America would look like… especially when those nations are filled with youth that form their opinions based upon media and CNN. But that discussion can wait…
Allow me to jump down off my soapbox.
To try to explain this in Spanish would have been suicide. Explaining what I truly meant would be twisted and hard to express accurately for a number of reasons. Mainly it was that meaning-language-cognitive constructions are ingrained and hard to deconstruct and reconstruct fast enough to carry on a conversation in a new language.
I am getting to the part where I tell you what I am learning from this…
Have you ever felt like you have no language? I mean, you have a language, you understand through cognitive constructions that have developed your perception of the world. That’s a given. But have you ever felt like there are no words to express what you feel, see, believe… or desire. I felt like that today.
It is as if there is no way to even describe that which you are experiencing… because someone would have to walk in your shoes, erase every memory from the former life to take on only the experience of your life to finally understand your point of view, past understandings, personal preferences, etc. It’s impossible to do so. I can never be or understand completely anyone else. EVER. Let alone, I often have a hard time understanding myself.
This past week has been one of frustration and defeat. I feel like I am lo más peor (the WORST) at speaking in Spanish right now. So I’ve been watching a lot of English TV (“Estas viendo Warner Channel”) and reading things in English; I just miss stuff.
I miss the way people appreciate sarcasm and dry humor (I am a patron, an artist of neither one). I miss the way authenticity is valued. I miss the respect for authority or high regard for hard work. Last week, I had a professor announce that she wanted to move her test up a week and a half. That meant that we would take the test in only 2 more classes, or one week later. I had a one week notice to read about 150 pages of Administration material in Spanish. What’s more, the material I was initially given to read was the material for the next test and the professor chose to tell me this less than a week before the test would be given. That next week I had already bought tickets and made reservations to be in Chile all week. So when the trip was over, my next two days were dedicated to studying for this test. I read almost all the material and had a good understanding of it.
When the test was given out, it was all questions that required regurgitation! “Draw this timeline and graph.” I could have simply read my notes and memorized things from the night before, but my method of studying was insufficient! EVERYTHING was regurgitation. I don’t do regurgitation. I made a 6.5 out of 10. That’s passing here. Come to find out though… the grade doesn’t count; only the final decides your grade for the semester.
Anyway, watching English TV- that’s how I dealt with my frustration! It’s not like doing these kinds of things make me feel better, they just help delay the inevitable inner struggle: to submit and conform to a language world that I initially chose to enter… or to resist the culture’s influence and grow increasingly frustrated or bitter.
I have found that I do this with Christ. I chose to enter into a relationship with the son of God. This implies a cause, rather a need. I had a need and wanted to ultimately pursue another world other than the one in which I live. Within this new world, rather this kingdom, cognitive constructions couldn’t be more different than those of my formal world. It’s as if my understanding of what I feel, see, believe, and even desire has changed because the meaning of the world has changed.
So what will help me ease into the culture of this new world? Well watching English TV… any TV for that matter, doesn’t help (in both worlds: Spanish and Kingdom)
But honestly, I’ve found not much can keep the culture shock from happening. It is during this time, you cry the most, you feel the deepest, you laugh hardest, and act in the weirdest ways, etc… most importantly, this is the time when friendships are valued and found to be true or false, leaving no room for the mediocre. You desire your best friends, your family, your siblings. ha!
I actually called my little sister to chat just because I missed my best friend! At the end of our conversation she told me "I understand what you mean." I couldn't help but cry. I missed someone understanding, someone who knew me well.
I think God has been trying to teach me how to be a friend and how to love people. I don't listen like I should or try to understand my friends all the time and know them... because that's hard to do. It takes an emotional investment and nowadays, our culture is into all investments except those emotional.
Yesterday, I was signing the facebook wall of one of my newest and dearest friends here in Mendoza (Laura, an exchange student from Columbia) and she had a quote that said this:
Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.
-Rev Ed Hird
I believe it. When you look at the deepest friendships, the most secure relationships, and the longest lasting marriages… you see a root in understanding. I do not mean to say that understanding a person 24/7 is necessary for a good relationship. I do mean to say that the person who has someone in their life, who seems to understand them and want to know their heart, seems to deal with life pretty well. If I was a friend who practiced understanding... I think I'd be a better friend.
When I simply feel understood, I feel pretty great. I feel REALLY great!
I guess before I start ranting and raving as I did earlier, I should try to understand before I seek to be understood. That is sacrifice, selflessness, love... being a friend.
9.05.2007
Long time, long way coming...
These past 7 weeks here in Argentina have been packed full of Spanish speaking, meat eating, horseback riding, Argentine greeting (cheek kissing), tango dancing, empanada baking, leather shopping, llama picture taking, mountain hiking, soccer playing, Mate (regional tea) drinking, wine tasting, boots wearing, site-seeing, museum touring, and water-bottle buying!
I've been terrible at updating everyone and I really can't give an excuse except that I just get busy with the things of my life here. It's weird. I have one responsibility- go to class. And yet, I can't seem to make myself rest, be still and quiet, pray, and read scripture. I finally have free time and I don't know what to do with it. I've realized how fast I often go without pausing to enjoy the life I am living. Right now, I am craving time in the beautiful park down the street... to sit under a tree, take in the sun, and share my heart and my dreams with God. And yet, I can't seem to muster up the will to do it! It's almost like I've forgotten how to rest well. I've forgotten how to be still and know He is God. It was supposed to be easy for us (hence, the command to honor the sabbath, or take a day of rest). They rest well here though and they enjoy the simpler things more.
In the afternoon, everything closes and everyone here goes home or to the park where you will find people talking, eating lunch, drinking mate(the regional drink of Argentina), taking in the sun, playing with their kids, running with their friends, sitting and enjoying the silence. They do it well, because they practice this often. I pray that I can learn to rest well, because it is in the quiet and the rest that I submit everything to God and take in the peace that he offers! It is the time I take to sit down and share a conversation with someone that I learn about life, myself, this world, and God.
Now, though the Argentine's little siesta time in the afternoon often inconveniences and bewilders the foreigners (since everything is closed and we can't shop or buy anything or go to the bank; also providing less revenue and opportunity for profit), I envy the cultural value for relaxation, rest, and enjoyment of those simpler things in life.
Since my last blog, I've traveled north to Salta y Jujuy (northern region of Argentina). The girls from my program and I took an 18 hour bus ride and upon our arrival, got settled into our hosteria, then we headed for Colorado Pass. We took a beautiful hike through the pass and shopped in the quaint little village below. The next day, we headed to Salta, about two hours back south. The real adventure started there! When we arrived, our hostel reservation was only for 4, not for 7. We didn't want to split the group up, so we began an hour long search for another place to stay. But it was holiday for Argentines, thus, we were homeless... until an old woman offered to lease us an apartment for a reasonable price for our 2 nights in the city. Upon walking into the place, we took notice of only 4 mattresses. So she said she'd obviously provide 2 more for us, still leaving us one short. Two girls slept on those mattresses on the floor and the rest slept in beds, requiring that two girls squeeze into one.
The sheets had clearly not been cleaned (half of us found hair or dirt in our beds), the place had a strong stench, and we couldn't get the heater to work. Yup, it was cold. Our kind old landlord, Graciela, who was sure to tell Natalia (one of the girls of Jewish decent) that as a Catholic, she had nothing against the Jews, decided to charge us an extra 20 pesos per mattress. Pshh Totally reasonable! It was about this time, that I realized how impatient I often am and how entitled I act! WOW. Reality check was definitely in order! All the other girls took the situation laughing and I learned A LOT about how humor can really bring light to a situation such as we experienced!
The rest of the trip was a blast, complete with a bike-ride to a nearby town, glorious meals of Noquis and Llama meat, shopping (i bought some SWEET jeans and a few girls found some great leather!) and meeting a few other exchange students from Cordoba! Oh and I took a pic with a llama! It was kind of surreal since we had just eaten some meat.
After breaking the apartment heater (no worries, with the help of a coke bottle, it could stay on the wall and semi-function according to Graciela) taking group pictures, and saying our sad goodbyes to Graciela... we headed back home!
Since then, I have really enjoyed my classes in Spanish, though I often feel frustrated with my inability to understand the complete thoughts of my profs. I often get really down on myself. But the group of girls that I am with are REALLY encouraging and remind me not to take life or myself so seriously, we just need to enjoy the ride and learn what we can! Seems to be a theme, huh!?
With the other 7 girls that I hang out with, we often shop together, go out together, and hit on boys together! A few of our little excursions/adventures follow:
We went to a Mexican restaurant down the street from my house for Natalia's bday. The food was not Mexican, might I add. Ha! They have no idea what picante is here! Anyway, the waiter was a typical Argentine young male... and super hot! So one of us had to leave our number just for kicks, duh! And who had the honor? None other, than yours truly. After leaving my digits, I got a call within the hour from a Mr. Abel. The hottie went out one night with the 8 of us chicas! We found out that he was still taking highschool classes because when he was 15 he was drafted into Buenos Aires' soccer team. He played for them until last year. Needless to say, we were pumped to be out with a pro soccer player all night! Sadly, we haven't seen him since except when he goes to work across the street. awkward.
SKIING in the Andes Mountains! Yup I did. I mean I did half the time, the other half I was on my butt sliding down trying to keep my fear at a minimum. However, the views were wonderful and my time with Christy and Mary was such a blast! We were about at the same level and skied a little path down to the lodge after lunch at the top of the lift. The view, as I said, was breathtaking. But so different from Colorado. Here there were NO trees. Not one. I mean, it eliminates a few (maybe a lot) of hazards... but it was weird. Still, what a sight it was!
Shopping here is amazing! It's so cheap! But dangerous, because you think you are saving money when in reality you end up spending more than you normally would! I'm saving up for some leather boots- legit leather knee-high boots- that will cost a whopping 120$ US dollars... maybe less. BTW Leather is so great and so easy to come by!
The bars here are not like the bars of the states. They are more like coffee shops that serve alcohol and people typically eat and sit at tables all night, talking until 3 or 4 in the morning. I love this time of the week when we can relax and enjoy taking and hanging out as late into the night as we want. Here it's normal to stay out until 5 or 6. Crazy I know.
On Friday, Mary and I went to a lunch for a club called the Mendoza Expats. They are a group of foreighners (from the US, Europe, Asia, etc) that have come to Argentina to live and work. Mary and I sat next to an old couple, Bob and Ann Clark. They were a riot. Both ex-professors from Washington state, they were looking to buy land in South America. They were headed to Chile in the coming months to check out the fly fishing. Bob introduced us to the handsome son of a British television typhoon type, reminding us that he was rich, good-looking, and rich. It was clear Bob had a hobby of matchmaking. Oh but he and his wife still seemed just as in love, even though he had to be at least 75 years old. They were so kind and invited us to the house where they were staying in Mendoza. And not to mention, Bob so considerately sent two older guys (from England and Holland) after us to ask us out for a beer. Turned off by the cupped wine stain on the Brit's upper lip, I politely declined. But that didn't deter the blond Dutch guy from hitting on Mary. It was more than entertaining! We owe a big thanks to Bob! We will be returning to next month's affair!
Christy and I went to hang out with the youth group (They call them jovenes, and they are considered the kids between the ages of 17-25) of a friend's church on Saturday. We'd been to the church on Sundays and enjoyed the sermons. But we are trying to make some great Argentine friends. It was definitely made easy Saturday night! The people are wonderful, welcoming, and love foreign students! I really hope to continue to build relationships there and have that be a place where I can be poured into, where I can be reminded of the truth of God.
On Wednesdays, I've been playing soccer with Lindsey Hodge (a friend from highschool and church) who is missionary on a YWAM (Youth With A Mission) base. They do a sports/soccer school and two of my friends (Danny and Raynor) go out to join the fun! It really is a blast and I love getting to play with guys who are REALLY good. However, the soccer isn't too intense as there are a lot of people who play, that have never played before. And being with Lindsey is always so fun! Their living situation on the base seems so hard... but she talks about it in a way that makes it so funny! Seriously, she and the girls need to write a book! Anyway, I love playing soccer with them each Wednesday night... not to mention beating up on Raynor and Danny... ppshhh hardly. It's more the other way around!
My Spanish class here is increasingly becoming my favorite class simply for its relaxed nature and the class bond that comes with it! We are all basically in love with our professor Gladys! She's an absolute riot and so sweet and patient! I am definitely thankful to be in the lowest level of Spanish where the bonds run deep and the laughs are plenty!
On Sunday, I went to my first Asado. Asado is basically a BBQ. But here, they cook their meat with salt, only! Cooking your meat with spices is looked down upon as it means that the meat is of lower quality and needs the spices to enrich the flavor. The Asado was held at my host Mom's ex-husband's parents' house in San Martin, an hour from Mendoza. The cousins were all there and it was so great to see my host family enjoying their family time. We just hung out, played on the swings, laid out in the sun, took naps, chatted, drank mate, and ate a lot of meat!
On Saturday, I am going to an Argentine Quinceanera! It's the birthday party of my host mom's friend's daughter. I am really excited and will be sure to take plenty of pictures as it is going to be a really big deal!
I am so thankful for all of your prayers and ask that you keep in touch! I'd love to hear from you!
Prayer request:
1. My Spanish to improve, God will be my strength and receive the glory for it.
2. That I will forge deep friendships here
3. I REALLY miss UT football and fall season life at UT right now. Pray that I will still take every advantage I can to enjoy this gift of studying Abroad while I am here! As small as this sounds, it weighs on my heart at times!
5. That I will be a sources of support and love for other students here. I can only do this if I am going to God to receive all those things.
6. That God will provide an internship and eventually a job for me when I get home!
Thanks again for your prayers! Email me at sewesley@gmail.com to keep in touch! I'd love to hear from you! :)
I've been terrible at updating everyone and I really can't give an excuse except that I just get busy with the things of my life here. It's weird. I have one responsibility- go to class. And yet, I can't seem to make myself rest, be still and quiet, pray, and read scripture. I finally have free time and I don't know what to do with it. I've realized how fast I often go without pausing to enjoy the life I am living. Right now, I am craving time in the beautiful park down the street... to sit under a tree, take in the sun, and share my heart and my dreams with God. And yet, I can't seem to muster up the will to do it! It's almost like I've forgotten how to rest well. I've forgotten how to be still and know He is God. It was supposed to be easy for us (hence, the command to honor the sabbath, or take a day of rest). They rest well here though and they enjoy the simpler things more.
In the afternoon, everything closes and everyone here goes home or to the park where you will find people talking, eating lunch, drinking mate(the regional drink of Argentina), taking in the sun, playing with their kids, running with their friends, sitting and enjoying the silence. They do it well, because they practice this often. I pray that I can learn to rest well, because it is in the quiet and the rest that I submit everything to God and take in the peace that he offers! It is the time I take to sit down and share a conversation with someone that I learn about life, myself, this world, and God.
Now, though the Argentine's little siesta time in the afternoon often inconveniences and bewilders the foreigners (since everything is closed and we can't shop or buy anything or go to the bank; also providing less revenue and opportunity for profit), I envy the cultural value for relaxation, rest, and enjoyment of those simpler things in life.
Since my last blog, I've traveled north to Salta y Jujuy (northern region of Argentina). The girls from my program and I took an 18 hour bus ride and upon our arrival, got settled into our hosteria, then we headed for Colorado Pass. We took a beautiful hike through the pass and shopped in the quaint little village below. The next day, we headed to Salta, about two hours back south. The real adventure started there! When we arrived, our hostel reservation was only for 4, not for 7. We didn't want to split the group up, so we began an hour long search for another place to stay. But it was holiday for Argentines, thus, we were homeless... until an old woman offered to lease us an apartment for a reasonable price for our 2 nights in the city. Upon walking into the place, we took notice of only 4 mattresses. So she said she'd obviously provide 2 more for us, still leaving us one short. Two girls slept on those mattresses on the floor and the rest slept in beds, requiring that two girls squeeze into one.
The sheets had clearly not been cleaned (half of us found hair or dirt in our beds), the place had a strong stench, and we couldn't get the heater to work. Yup, it was cold. Our kind old landlord, Graciela, who was sure to tell Natalia (one of the girls of Jewish decent) that as a Catholic, she had nothing against the Jews, decided to charge us an extra 20 pesos per mattress. Pshh Totally reasonable! It was about this time, that I realized how impatient I often am and how entitled I act! WOW. Reality check was definitely in order! All the other girls took the situation laughing and I learned A LOT about how humor can really bring light to a situation such as we experienced!
The rest of the trip was a blast, complete with a bike-ride to a nearby town, glorious meals of Noquis and Llama meat, shopping (i bought some SWEET jeans and a few girls found some great leather!) and meeting a few other exchange students from Cordoba! Oh and I took a pic with a llama! It was kind of surreal since we had just eaten some meat.
After breaking the apartment heater (no worries, with the help of a coke bottle, it could stay on the wall and semi-function according to Graciela) taking group pictures, and saying our sad goodbyes to Graciela... we headed back home!
Since then, I have really enjoyed my classes in Spanish, though I often feel frustrated with my inability to understand the complete thoughts of my profs. I often get really down on myself. But the group of girls that I am with are REALLY encouraging and remind me not to take life or myself so seriously, we just need to enjoy the ride and learn what we can! Seems to be a theme, huh!?
With the other 7 girls that I hang out with, we often shop together, go out together, and hit on boys together! A few of our little excursions/adventures follow:
We went to a Mexican restaurant down the street from my house for Natalia's bday. The food was not Mexican, might I add. Ha! They have no idea what picante is here! Anyway, the waiter was a typical Argentine young male... and super hot! So one of us had to leave our number just for kicks, duh! And who had the honor? None other, than yours truly. After leaving my digits, I got a call within the hour from a Mr. Abel. The hottie went out one night with the 8 of us chicas! We found out that he was still taking highschool classes because when he was 15 he was drafted into Buenos Aires' soccer team. He played for them until last year. Needless to say, we were pumped to be out with a pro soccer player all night! Sadly, we haven't seen him since except when he goes to work across the street. awkward.
SKIING in the Andes Mountains! Yup I did. I mean I did half the time, the other half I was on my butt sliding down trying to keep my fear at a minimum. However, the views were wonderful and my time with Christy and Mary was such a blast! We were about at the same level and skied a little path down to the lodge after lunch at the top of the lift. The view, as I said, was breathtaking. But so different from Colorado. Here there were NO trees. Not one. I mean, it eliminates a few (maybe a lot) of hazards... but it was weird. Still, what a sight it was!
Shopping here is amazing! It's so cheap! But dangerous, because you think you are saving money when in reality you end up spending more than you normally would! I'm saving up for some leather boots- legit leather knee-high boots- that will cost a whopping 120$ US dollars... maybe less. BTW Leather is so great and so easy to come by!
The bars here are not like the bars of the states. They are more like coffee shops that serve alcohol and people typically eat and sit at tables all night, talking until 3 or 4 in the morning. I love this time of the week when we can relax and enjoy taking and hanging out as late into the night as we want. Here it's normal to stay out until 5 or 6. Crazy I know.
On Friday, Mary and I went to a lunch for a club called the Mendoza Expats. They are a group of foreighners (from the US, Europe, Asia, etc) that have come to Argentina to live and work. Mary and I sat next to an old couple, Bob and Ann Clark. They were a riot. Both ex-professors from Washington state, they were looking to buy land in South America. They were headed to Chile in the coming months to check out the fly fishing. Bob introduced us to the handsome son of a British television typhoon type, reminding us that he was rich, good-looking, and rich. It was clear Bob had a hobby of matchmaking. Oh but he and his wife still seemed just as in love, even though he had to be at least 75 years old. They were so kind and invited us to the house where they were staying in Mendoza. And not to mention, Bob so considerately sent two older guys (from England and Holland) after us to ask us out for a beer. Turned off by the cupped wine stain on the Brit's upper lip, I politely declined. But that didn't deter the blond Dutch guy from hitting on Mary. It was more than entertaining! We owe a big thanks to Bob! We will be returning to next month's affair!
Christy and I went to hang out with the youth group (They call them jovenes, and they are considered the kids between the ages of 17-25) of a friend's church on Saturday. We'd been to the church on Sundays and enjoyed the sermons. But we are trying to make some great Argentine friends. It was definitely made easy Saturday night! The people are wonderful, welcoming, and love foreign students! I really hope to continue to build relationships there and have that be a place where I can be poured into, where I can be reminded of the truth of God.
On Wednesdays, I've been playing soccer with Lindsey Hodge (a friend from highschool and church) who is missionary on a YWAM (Youth With A Mission) base. They do a sports/soccer school and two of my friends (Danny and Raynor) go out to join the fun! It really is a blast and I love getting to play with guys who are REALLY good. However, the soccer isn't too intense as there are a lot of people who play, that have never played before. And being with Lindsey is always so fun! Their living situation on the base seems so hard... but she talks about it in a way that makes it so funny! Seriously, she and the girls need to write a book! Anyway, I love playing soccer with them each Wednesday night... not to mention beating up on Raynor and Danny... ppshhh hardly. It's more the other way around!
My Spanish class here is increasingly becoming my favorite class simply for its relaxed nature and the class bond that comes with it! We are all basically in love with our professor Gladys! She's an absolute riot and so sweet and patient! I am definitely thankful to be in the lowest level of Spanish where the bonds run deep and the laughs are plenty!
On Sunday, I went to my first Asado. Asado is basically a BBQ. But here, they cook their meat with salt, only! Cooking your meat with spices is looked down upon as it means that the meat is of lower quality and needs the spices to enrich the flavor. The Asado was held at my host Mom's ex-husband's parents' house in San Martin, an hour from Mendoza. The cousins were all there and it was so great to see my host family enjoying their family time. We just hung out, played on the swings, laid out in the sun, took naps, chatted, drank mate, and ate a lot of meat!
On Saturday, I am going to an Argentine Quinceanera! It's the birthday party of my host mom's friend's daughter. I am really excited and will be sure to take plenty of pictures as it is going to be a really big deal!
I am so thankful for all of your prayers and ask that you keep in touch! I'd love to hear from you!
Prayer request:
1. My Spanish to improve, God will be my strength and receive the glory for it.
2. That I will forge deep friendships here
3. I REALLY miss UT football and fall season life at UT right now. Pray that I will still take every advantage I can to enjoy this gift of studying Abroad while I am here! As small as this sounds, it weighs on my heart at times!
5. That I will be a sources of support and love for other students here. I can only do this if I am going to God to receive all those things.
6. That God will provide an internship and eventually a job for me when I get home!
Thanks again for your prayers! Email me at sewesley@gmail.com to keep in touch! I'd love to hear from you! :)
7.20.2007
Sole, Soul, Sol... it's all the same...
So I made it to BA! Can you believe it? Why wouldn't you!? I'll you why!
I left my beautiful parents and the safety of their protective arms in the Bush Int. Airport around 4:30pm Wednesday afternoon. My flight left Houston at 5:40 pm packed full of highschool kids and headed for turbulance! Swanky. Upon arriving in Miami, I went directly to my gate for the flight to BA where I found 20 nervous looking students (like myself) waiting for their fated plane to arrive. After it was delayed three times (until 2:45 am) our flight was canceled. So what does AA do? (AA means American Airlines) They give us vouchers to get into a hotel and vouchers for the bus ride there. Then we can take the 10:15am flight. Now as you read this, you're probably thinking, oh how nice of AA, taking care of their customers. Well they did give us vouchers. But when we arrived at the front of the airport to take vans to the hotels, we were told our vouchers were no good because the destination on the travel vouchers didnt match the hotel vouchers we had. After 2 hours of craziness- getting on and off busses, screaming, crying, sorrow, sweat and blood- Caitlin (one of the girls in the group) and I made it to the hotel around 4:30am. We slept for two hours in one of the guys rooms on their extra bed because there was no room for us in the inn... I mean the hotel... yeah when we arrived the waiting time to get a room was an hour and a half.
After a goodnight's sleep of a whopping two hours, we woke up to the sun shining through our window with 15 minutes until we had to meet the bus. Yep, our morning wake up call never... called. Thank you Lord we got up when we did. I was the first one up and if you know me, I DONT ever get up when I should. When we got downstairs with our luggage in hand, ready to get to the airport and get on our flight, the SAME crazy man was there already arguing with one of us- AGAIN- about who knows what. We were all confused. But thank you God that we convinced him to let us get on the bus and to the airport.
I cannot tell you how glad we were to actually get on the plane. The flight wasn't bad at all and everyone had a comradery already after having been through so much! So that was a plus. A few people's luggage arrived late in BA but it got there after a few days!
BA was fun as I roomed with Christy and Austin from Davidson college! They are so fun! Christy is from Austin and we both discovered we were both part of the poopy club! Oh Joy! So we were instant friends. What's more, we are so much alike that we BOTH slept late and were late to orientation two days in a row! Oh but the laughs made it worth it! We left for Mendoza only two days after being in BA- the 21st.
Upon arriving in Mendoza, Jose through us to the wolves that are our Argentine parents! They were all waiting at the gate with anticipation, holding our names in hand, some jumping up and down! My mom was more calm and cool about the excitment as other parents were running and screaming out the student's name... what a site it was. Each student was greeted with kisses and hugs and bienvenidos (welcome!). My host mom was so sweet. She introduced me to her eldest daughter, Paula, and her ex esposo Juan Carlos.
We got home and they made some great beef, potatoes, and veggies... what else? I also met the other daughter named Valentina (Vale for short). She and Paula (Pau) are absolutely gorgeous! I mean, they could be models! They both speak English but their mom won't them with me. After about 12 hours of sleep, Nora (host mom) took me to the park nearby to show me where I could go running and where everyone drank mate (the herbal tea made popular by Argentines). It was a sunday morning so people were everywhere drinnking mate, playing soccer, having picnics... it was one of the most beautiful parks I have ever seen. trees are huge and there is a man made lake for remo (rowing). There is also an island that;s called the island of Love. Yeah, Jose told us NOT to go there as the PDA only intensifies. And I'm amazed that it could... sheesh.
I've been here 8 days now. And I love the city! It's very different from Valdivia as it's bigger and not as family friendly. However, it's older, more conservative (than other cities in Argentina) and the coffee shop culture is HUGE here!
It's so sunny here all the time!!! Everyone is really friendly, especially the older people. The city is full of tourists who come for the mountains and to ski. In about a week or so, they will be gone and WE will be starting classes at the university.
We finished all of our orientations on Friday and afterwards went out to celebrate... around 12 (AM!) Yeah, things here always begin late. WT? (TOMS intern inside comment- here is the official shout out to you lovelies)
For a night out, people go to bars which are not anything like the bars in the states. They are more classy than places to drink and hook up. The bars here are like coffee shops. They are well lit, with places to sit down in large groups. You can order meals and enjoy wine with friends. That all happens until about 2. Then everyone goes to the discotechs or the Boliches (dancing).
We wanted to go to a TAPAS bar that looked very nice but a little too nice for us. So as we are standing on the street deciding what to do, three nice boys walked up and asked if we were lost or where we were going. The more outgoing of us (aka Katie Rae) actually answered them as the rest of us just stood there admiring the one chico who happened to be REALLY good looking. He told Katie of a new bar we should go to... and asked if they could meet us there. They did. We were quite a spectacle as there were 9 of girls! Seeing as we were not into the bar, the boys brought us to a Boliche- a very happening Boliche. They were a lot of fun but a few too many people for me. We were lucky all of the guys from the prgram were there! However, I had a blast dancing with the girls!
By the end of the night, two of the girls (Katie Rae and Krysha) had captured a two of the Argentine boys' hearts. Today they had a double date in the park to drink Mate and talk! The rest of us are living vicariously through them!
Last night, a few of us went out for dinner but we were so tired from the night before (and we came back two hours before the Boliche closed at 6am).
I LOVE OUR GROUP of girls here! I feel so blessed to know each of them! We are all so different but we have so much fun and laugh A LOT! And as Jose, our director says, that is how you deal with your bad days here- YOU LAUGH!
Right now, Christy, Katie Rae, Krysha, Austin, Mary, Natalia and I are here. We were just talking about how we will be here for each other when we fall apart... I mean a few of us already have. It's hard being here sometimes when it's cold, you're tired of spanish, and you can't stand being away from things that are familiar. But we are blessed to have one another!
Today, Jose took us to the park to show us everything and at the end of the tour, he took us to a tree, and told us to take 10 minutes and do what many people in Mendoza do... soak up the positive energy of nature become one with the universe. I didn't want to laugh. But when I looked at everyone around me, they couldn't take him seriously. I mean, I understand being grateful for the earth and for nature. But only because it's been given to us by a God that loves us. As jose was laying in the grass soaking up the positive energy, I watched as everyone else was talking with one another, laying out in the sun, and making a circle to throw the frisbee around. I mean, that's what we were made for: RELATIONSHIPS... COMMUNITY!
If it were only for nature, I'd hate Medoza. But I have these wonderful friends here and I hope to make even more. It's the laughing, smiling, talking, and even crying I experience each day with the people here that make life rich. And I consider it a gift from God. Hugging a tree means nothing to me. It doesn;t hug back. God put us here to be in community with him and with one another. I am learning that regardless of our faults and our shortcomings, God has made us each so different and wonderfully.
I have a few prayer requests for yous back home in the states: Pray I understand God's conviction about my life here in Mendoza, pray that God works through me to do whatever he wants, that HIS love is what flows through me, that I won't judge anyone, but love them all, that God will strengthen me to learn and not grow tired of my classes but seize the day and soak up everything I can as this whole thing is a gift, pray that he will reveal himself to all of us here, pray that there will be a church near here that we can join if we want and the Argentines will accept us. Here, the students study in groups so we Americans will need a lot of help. Pray that God gives us Argentine friends. Pray that God teaches us that HIS LOVE is what gives us life and that His Glory is shown when we recieve it. Pray for His glory to be shown.
I love you guys at home and miss yall A LOT. But know that God gives us good gifts and He has blessed me with people here! Just pray for me when you can! Much love and many thanks for your friendship and love!
Paz=Peace
Sarah Beth
My info contact: sewesley@gmail.com
Juan B. Justo 781
Mendoza, Argentina, 5500
I left my beautiful parents and the safety of their protective arms in the Bush Int. Airport around 4:30pm Wednesday afternoon. My flight left Houston at 5:40 pm packed full of highschool kids and headed for turbulance! Swanky. Upon arriving in Miami, I went directly to my gate for the flight to BA where I found 20 nervous looking students (like myself) waiting for their fated plane to arrive. After it was delayed three times (until 2:45 am) our flight was canceled. So what does AA do? (AA means American Airlines) They give us vouchers to get into a hotel and vouchers for the bus ride there. Then we can take the 10:15am flight. Now as you read this, you're probably thinking, oh how nice of AA, taking care of their customers. Well they did give us vouchers. But when we arrived at the front of the airport to take vans to the hotels, we were told our vouchers were no good because the destination on the travel vouchers didnt match the hotel vouchers we had. After 2 hours of craziness- getting on and off busses, screaming, crying, sorrow, sweat and blood- Caitlin (one of the girls in the group) and I made it to the hotel around 4:30am. We slept for two hours in one of the guys rooms on their extra bed because there was no room for us in the inn... I mean the hotel... yeah when we arrived the waiting time to get a room was an hour and a half.
After a goodnight's sleep of a whopping two hours, we woke up to the sun shining through our window with 15 minutes until we had to meet the bus. Yep, our morning wake up call never... called. Thank you Lord we got up when we did. I was the first one up and if you know me, I DONT ever get up when I should. When we got downstairs with our luggage in hand, ready to get to the airport and get on our flight, the SAME crazy man was there already arguing with one of us- AGAIN- about who knows what. We were all confused. But thank you God that we convinced him to let us get on the bus and to the airport.
I cannot tell you how glad we were to actually get on the plane. The flight wasn't bad at all and everyone had a comradery already after having been through so much! So that was a plus. A few people's luggage arrived late in BA but it got there after a few days!
BA was fun as I roomed with Christy and Austin from Davidson college! They are so fun! Christy is from Austin and we both discovered we were both part of the poopy club! Oh Joy! So we were instant friends. What's more, we are so much alike that we BOTH slept late and were late to orientation two days in a row! Oh but the laughs made it worth it! We left for Mendoza only two days after being in BA- the 21st.
Upon arriving in Mendoza, Jose through us to the wolves that are our Argentine parents! They were all waiting at the gate with anticipation, holding our names in hand, some jumping up and down! My mom was more calm and cool about the excitment as other parents were running and screaming out the student's name... what a site it was. Each student was greeted with kisses and hugs and bienvenidos (welcome!). My host mom was so sweet. She introduced me to her eldest daughter, Paula, and her ex esposo Juan Carlos.
We got home and they made some great beef, potatoes, and veggies... what else? I also met the other daughter named Valentina (Vale for short). She and Paula (Pau) are absolutely gorgeous! I mean, they could be models! They both speak English but their mom won't them with me. After about 12 hours of sleep, Nora (host mom) took me to the park nearby to show me where I could go running and where everyone drank mate (the herbal tea made popular by Argentines). It was a sunday morning so people were everywhere drinnking mate, playing soccer, having picnics... it was one of the most beautiful parks I have ever seen. trees are huge and there is a man made lake for remo (rowing). There is also an island that;s called the island of Love. Yeah, Jose told us NOT to go there as the PDA only intensifies. And I'm amazed that it could... sheesh.
I've been here 8 days now. And I love the city! It's very different from Valdivia as it's bigger and not as family friendly. However, it's older, more conservative (than other cities in Argentina) and the coffee shop culture is HUGE here!
It's so sunny here all the time!!! Everyone is really friendly, especially the older people. The city is full of tourists who come for the mountains and to ski. In about a week or so, they will be gone and WE will be starting classes at the university.
We finished all of our orientations on Friday and afterwards went out to celebrate... around 12 (AM!) Yeah, things here always begin late. WT? (TOMS intern inside comment- here is the official shout out to you lovelies)
For a night out, people go to bars which are not anything like the bars in the states. They are more classy than places to drink and hook up. The bars here are like coffee shops. They are well lit, with places to sit down in large groups. You can order meals and enjoy wine with friends. That all happens until about 2. Then everyone goes to the discotechs or the Boliches (dancing).
We wanted to go to a TAPAS bar that looked very nice but a little too nice for us. So as we are standing on the street deciding what to do, three nice boys walked up and asked if we were lost or where we were going. The more outgoing of us (aka Katie Rae) actually answered them as the rest of us just stood there admiring the one chico who happened to be REALLY good looking. He told Katie of a new bar we should go to... and asked if they could meet us there. They did. We were quite a spectacle as there were 9 of girls! Seeing as we were not into the bar, the boys brought us to a Boliche- a very happening Boliche. They were a lot of fun but a few too many people for me. We were lucky all of the guys from the prgram were there! However, I had a blast dancing with the girls!
By the end of the night, two of the girls (Katie Rae and Krysha) had captured a two of the Argentine boys' hearts. Today they had a double date in the park to drink Mate and talk! The rest of us are living vicariously through them!
Last night, a few of us went out for dinner but we were so tired from the night before (and we came back two hours before the Boliche closed at 6am).
I LOVE OUR GROUP of girls here! I feel so blessed to know each of them! We are all so different but we have so much fun and laugh A LOT! And as Jose, our director says, that is how you deal with your bad days here- YOU LAUGH!
Right now, Christy, Katie Rae, Krysha, Austin, Mary, Natalia and I are here. We were just talking about how we will be here for each other when we fall apart... I mean a few of us already have. It's hard being here sometimes when it's cold, you're tired of spanish, and you can't stand being away from things that are familiar. But we are blessed to have one another!
Today, Jose took us to the park to show us everything and at the end of the tour, he took us to a tree, and told us to take 10 minutes and do what many people in Mendoza do... soak up the positive energy of nature become one with the universe. I didn't want to laugh. But when I looked at everyone around me, they couldn't take him seriously. I mean, I understand being grateful for the earth and for nature. But only because it's been given to us by a God that loves us. As jose was laying in the grass soaking up the positive energy, I watched as everyone else was talking with one another, laying out in the sun, and making a circle to throw the frisbee around. I mean, that's what we were made for: RELATIONSHIPS... COMMUNITY!
If it were only for nature, I'd hate Medoza. But I have these wonderful friends here and I hope to make even more. It's the laughing, smiling, talking, and even crying I experience each day with the people here that make life rich. And I consider it a gift from God. Hugging a tree means nothing to me. It doesn;t hug back. God put us here to be in community with him and with one another. I am learning that regardless of our faults and our shortcomings, God has made us each so different and wonderfully.
I have a few prayer requests for yous back home in the states: Pray I understand God's conviction about my life here in Mendoza, pray that God works through me to do whatever he wants, that HIS love is what flows through me, that I won't judge anyone, but love them all, that God will strengthen me to learn and not grow tired of my classes but seize the day and soak up everything I can as this whole thing is a gift, pray that he will reveal himself to all of us here, pray that there will be a church near here that we can join if we want and the Argentines will accept us. Here, the students study in groups so we Americans will need a lot of help. Pray that God gives us Argentine friends. Pray that God teaches us that HIS LOVE is what gives us life and that His Glory is shown when we recieve it. Pray for His glory to be shown.
I love you guys at home and miss yall A LOT. But know that God gives us good gifts and He has blessed me with people here! Just pray for me when you can! Much love and many thanks for your friendship and love!
Paz=Peace
Sarah Beth
My info contact: sewesley@gmail.com
Juan B. Justo 781
Mendoza, Argentina, 5500
7.10.2007
Leaving on a Jet Plain
I want to know that I will be back again, back in LA again!
I haven't written much... I mean I lived here 6 weeks and they've flown by! So much has happened and yet, I am constantly amazed at how God works his ways into our lives...
Regardless of all the ups and downs, God's grace has been evident in my friends at TOMS and at Mosaic Church. I am so thankful for their love and friendship. In both settings, I've learned what following Christ is all about. But more importantly, I've learned that the workings of his grace and power are buried in the depths of our souls, waiting to be awakened!
I am so grateful for this opportunity to be here at TOMS and I pray that I will return to work, play, or help the company and those who work for it.
Tomorrow, I leave for Clear Lake! I am home for two days (long enough to see Paige, Katie, Marty, and hopefully Gatz) Then my fam (mom, dad, sisters, aunt, uncle, and cousins) and I are headed for a little Get-away at the lake before I fly off and away into the south... the deep, deep south...
I'm beginning to think Southern Sole REALLY fits. But Southern Sol fits better! :)
I haven't written much... I mean I lived here 6 weeks and they've flown by! So much has happened and yet, I am constantly amazed at how God works his ways into our lives...
Regardless of all the ups and downs, God's grace has been evident in my friends at TOMS and at Mosaic Church. I am so thankful for their love and friendship. In both settings, I've learned what following Christ is all about. But more importantly, I've learned that the workings of his grace and power are buried in the depths of our souls, waiting to be awakened!
I am so grateful for this opportunity to be here at TOMS and I pray that I will return to work, play, or help the company and those who work for it.
Tomorrow, I leave for Clear Lake! I am home for two days (long enough to see Paige, Katie, Marty, and hopefully Gatz) Then my fam (mom, dad, sisters, aunt, uncle, and cousins) and I are headed for a little Get-away at the lake before I fly off and away into the south... the deep, deep south...
I'm beginning to think Southern Sole REALLY fits. But Southern Sol fits better! :)
6.16.2007
Southern girl going west... oh glory!
Is Texas part of the South? All the girls here at TOMS, those from Georgia don't seem to think so. When I chose the name Southern Sole for my nick name at TOMS, they didn't see the connection. I almost cried. Though I have Texas pride, I do love the south- in the most politically correct way of course! So when I lost that battle with the "true southerners" of TOMS (Lindsey and Sarah), Jaci, Jill, and I(Austin's Angels as Brad Otts so kindly calls us!) picked fights with the rest of the staff!
We sat in the middle of the office, singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" and declaring our allegiance to Texas, the only state that was once its own country! NO ONE believed that tidbit of history! Can you believe no one ever told them of our great state? I know, it shocked us too! They thought we were telling stories!
To say the least, we impressed few with our Texas pride. Lucky for us, the chief shoe-giver at TOMS (Blake) is a home-grown Texan. Oh glory!
My past three weeks here have been a roller coaster and I am loving the ride! I don't know if I have ever lived in a diverse atmosphere as this... the girls are so sweet, loud, kind, crazy, and each have their own "ness" that make them completely- them. I have learned something from each of them and have loved watching them work and play each day in LA! Whether we are encouraging each other in the midst of our struggles or fighting over the cleanliness of the condo, La casa de TOMS is a place of love and sisterhood! I seriously feel like we could be our own sorority, or reality show. Whichever Blake prefers.
We sat in the middle of the office, singing "Deep in the Heart of Texas" and declaring our allegiance to Texas, the only state that was once its own country! NO ONE believed that tidbit of history! Can you believe no one ever told them of our great state? I know, it shocked us too! They thought we were telling stories!
To say the least, we impressed few with our Texas pride. Lucky for us, the chief shoe-giver at TOMS (Blake) is a home-grown Texan. Oh glory!
My past three weeks here have been a roller coaster and I am loving the ride! I don't know if I have ever lived in a diverse atmosphere as this... the girls are so sweet, loud, kind, crazy, and each have their own "ness" that make them completely- them. I have learned something from each of them and have loved watching them work and play each day in LA! Whether we are encouraging each other in the midst of our struggles or fighting over the cleanliness of the condo, La casa de TOMS is a place of love and sisterhood! I seriously feel like we could be our own sorority, or reality show. Whichever Blake prefers.
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