As soon as the plane landed, I felt the heat: humid and steamy. Groggy conversation in Spanish after a long flight filled the silence as we filed off the plane to Managua, Nicaragua, the subject of my prayers and day dreams for months. I had no idea what to expect, and I have to admit, tiredness dulled my anxiety. Twelve hours of travel and layovers left me with little thoughts other than reaching the destination. And that we did. It did not take long to feel at home,and that is ironic, considering what we encountered when we stepped outside of the airport. Im sure we resembled lost sheep as we refused dozens of offers for taxis as we looked for the brothers (this is a thing here, taxis pull over and ask if you want a ride, several times in minutes)The ride to the home of Elizabeth and Jeff, with whom we are temporarily staying, was a reminder of how far from home I was. Reggaeton blared in the streets as cars paid little regard to pedestrians crossing, horses among them, as if other vehicles. I felt contented. But, there was little time to think. After my first taste of gallopinto (rice and bean mixture) at the cafeteria of a nearby grocery store, we were asked to do a part and still had to study for the meeting. Only Jehovah helped us to do so, fresh off the plane. I am not here, however, to rest, so we are eager to get to work( though the heat determined otherwise today, when we slept through the allotted time for afternoon service.) Service in the morning was so much fun. I accompanied Elizabeth on a study, which we walked to, and had a discussion on her student porch, which she had converted into a salon. She has beautiful responses to what she read, though at times I would stop just to listen to her Caribbean accent. She had two beautiful daughters, one was seven, the other much younger. Frances had a lovely little family, and such a big understanding of the scriptures.
It would also be out of character for me to go without mentioning the food. Elisabeth and Jeff have been feeding us very, very well, from crepes, to pasta, to pupusas. We appreciate their hospitality so much! We can even enjoy dessert without guilt, because we sweat and walk for much of the day.
Here are a few pictures from the first two days. I’m off to sleep until birds and cats start walking on th we tin roof and roosters start crowing. Also, I was just informed that the loud banging noises are mangoes falling off the trees. This has all been very, very amusing, but all the more so spiritually enriching and faith strengthening.