I am in an office at Il Faro listening to the kids practice a Christmas skit while Jacki is in a meeting. I'm waiting for my camera batteries to charge so I can download some pictures and enjoying a bit of alone time.
I've wondered what to write about the trip so far. Italy is amazing. It's beautiful. The weather has been divine. Traffic is insane. The food is delectable. We've smelled sulphur from a dormant (?) volcano. We've seen the port Paul landed at so many years ago.
God is at work.
There are so many great things going on here, and I find myself frustrated by my inability to communicate. Even though we worked on a few phrases ahead of time, I still find myself tongue tied and completely blank when I meet someone new, even the people I've gotten to know. Just a few minutes ago I greeted Claudia, one of the youth workers with, "Hola!" Fortunately, she's quick and responded with "Hola! Como estas?" Sigh.
Here at Il Faro, you're just as likely to hear either English or Italian. It was fun to sing in both Italian and English during the church service. I loved hearing the translation of the two languages whenever anyone spoke. It takes twice as long to say anything!
The kids are still practicing their skit. I can hear that laughter is the same in every language.
Monday, November 16, 2009
arrived early morning the appointed day
screamed nights into oblivion
defended the downtrodden
chose the less traveled way
sister (pester!) persister
green girl, mine