Day ?: We’re home!

Written by jamie on November 2nd, 2008

I’m typing this from the familiarity of my home. After a long (but no so long compared to past travel horror stories…) travel day, we finally touched down in good ol’ Tally. There is something so comforting about arriving back at home. Especially when you’re going to be taking some time to process the week you’ve just experienced. I’m looking forward to taking some time tomorrow and curling up on my couch under a blanket (It’s fall time, blanket weather!! Quite a contrast from Nica weather) with a cup of coffee and my journal and just verbally “throwing up” all over the page. Sorry for the unpleasant comparison, but it’s the best I could come up with.

So now comes the fun part about a mission trip. Assimilating back into “normal life” and trying to figure out how to take all the things I learned/saw/experienced/felt and pull it all into that life. What’s going to change? How will my attitude be different? Will it be different? People always comment that it must be so hard to adjust to the culture of a new country. True, but I find it even harder to adjust back to U.S. culture after such a week.

There’s also the hard part of answering the question: “So how was Nicaragua?” Some of those people will want to sit down and hear the stories and look through the hundreds of pictures. Others will simply want a short, 15 second or less answer. It’s hard to know how to respond. “It was really good” just doesn’t seem to sum it up.

I’ll tackle all that stuff tomorrow after a good night’s sleep. For now I’ll try to start thinking in English again (at the Atlanta airport today, I instinctively responded, “Gracias!” when the waitress brought my lunch), and be extremely thankful for the home that Drew and I share. I am blessed.

G’nite… I’m off to say hello to my bed.

 

Day 138,427: The End

Written by drew on November 1st, 2008

Okay, so maybe that isn’t quite an accurate title, but as I write this in the hotel, it sure feels like it. This is going to be a short one, since I don’t have much time tonight. Today after breakfast we drove to an active volcano for some sightseeing. The view was really great from the top, and I’ll write more and post pictures later. Afterwords we have lunch at a really authentic Nicaraguan restaurant. You might have heard of it, Papa Johns? Then we did some shopping and started towards our hotel for the evening. This is one of the nicest places I’ve seen, and it is probably a place most Nicas never see. We have air conditioning, hot water, security, vegetables for dinner and airplane tickets out of this place in the morning. But we did what we came to do, and as long as this day was, I’m very thankful for the opportunity. 

On the way to the hotel, when I was mentally done and my mouth filter had stopped working, we got caught in traffic for a political rally. I could have jumped out of the bus and pushed our way through I was so ready to have a shower. I didn’t want to stop for any more shopping. I didn’t want to be with these gringos who don’t know how to travel anymore. But it was out of my control, and nobody was messing with us. We just sat and had the cultural experience we came here for. We saw the local people excited about elections. We didn’t see police stopping it. It lasted maybe five minutes. Nobody was hurt. Inconvenienced maybe, but no lasting damage. I got my shower. I got my dinner. And the people in this poor country were excited about the freedoms they do have, and I had to respect that. So, adios to my Nica friends. I hope we can be together again soon. Thank you for your great hospitality. I’ve enjoyed every minute, even being stuck in traffic.

 

Day 6: Winding down

Written by jamie on October 31st, 2008

Although there is always a bit of sadness about leaving at the end of a trip, I always have a big sense of relief, especially on trips like this. I’m quite excited to be heading home, back to familiarity and comfort. I love mission trips, but being in a different culture is exhausting. My brain has constantly been on the move this week, taking in all the Spanish and trying desperately to translate it. I don’t know if any of you have ever had the picture of your brain as a little man looking through a card catalog for info, but my little man has been working overtime. I can see him throwing the cards in the air in frustration!

Along with trying to comprehend all of the Spanish I possibly can, I’ve been overwhelmed by different sights and smells. It seems that Nicaraguans burn everything, and some of us have been left wondering if people are smoking something. There’s always something interesting to look at outside our bus windows: women carrying baskets on their heads, busy shops, poor homes, near collisions of taxis with our bus… trying to take it all in can leave you on overload. Today, we spent a bit of time in downtown Leon, and as well as trying to take everything in myself, I noticed several people taking me in. An old gentlemen was staring me down as we walked past. I smiled (weakly) but he continued to stare at me, or almost through me. It’s so awkward.

Although I’ve been tired and sometimes overwhelmed, I have been very blessed the past couple days. As Drew mentioned in our last blog, we had our “pastor appreciation day” yesterday. I was so excited as I sat in the hotel and realized that I was doing mission work with my husband. It’s been great just being here together, but it was especially great to be involved in one specific ministry together.

Drew, Pastor Carlos Castillo and I after the Pastor Appreciation Meeting

Drew, Pastor Carlos Castillo and I after the Pastor Appreciation Meeting

It was also a lot of fun to interact with the pastors. I was extremely proud of Drew and how well he communicated in Spanish. He had a conversation with one pastor for about 30 minutes without any translator. I contributed a bit, but I’ve found that I hear it better than I speak it. I understood the whole conversation, but had a hard time putting any of my thoughts into words. I get flustered and forget everything. So frustrating! And Drew did have them laughing… a lot! Carlos, the pastor that we spent the majority of our time talking to, had recorded a CD, and he was insistent on getting us a copy. Today, he dropped a copy of that CD off at El Ayudante for us. Drew made a copy of my Christmas CD for him. It’s so exciting to make friends in new countries.

Today we’ve been winding down. This morning we had a house dedication for the home that Drew and the construction team has been building. Drew was very proud to show off his work. Although meager and humble, it is much better conditions than her previous home. She was so thankful, and had tears in her eyes as she told us thank you. After that, the VBS team raced back to El Ayudante and made over 100 sandwiches to take to a local school.

The cathedral in downtown Leon, Nicaragua

The cathedral in downtown Leon, Nicaragua

We went, planning to do our usual VBS schedule, and were told that they didn’t want us to preach the Word. So, we simply gave them food, a few soccer balls and crafts, waved adios and then went on our way. I was just happy I didn’t have to sing “Yo tengo gozo” again.

This afternoon, we had a chance to tour the cathedral in the middle of downtown Leon. They took us up on the roof and we had a great view of the city. As we walked through the interior of the sanctuary, Drew commented how funny it was that a country that has so much poverty had such an extravegant cathedral.

Now I’m going to go let the little man in my brain take a break for awhile.

 

Day 5: El Pescado Grande

Written by drew on October 31st, 2008

The days keep getting more challenging. I thought that the construction on Monday and Tuesday would be the rough days, but it seems that as the physical stress decreases, the mental stress increases. Today Jamie and I, along with the Pastor Encouragement Team, met with 16 local pastors at the Hotel La Perla in downtown Leon. The idea was to give these overworked men and their wives a day of rest and try to encourage them in the work. We had an informal get together in the morning and then some children from the center danced for us. I’ll try to post some of Jamie’s pictures when I have more time. But during this time I was able to practice my Spanish quite a bit, since the interpreters had not arrived yet. As the week has passed, I’m enjoying my capabilities a little more. Now, besides asking for more food or if the concrete needs more water, I can joke with the locals. Not being able to express my demented sense of humor has been a bit of a downer, but now it’s coming out. I think Jamie was happier on Monday…

Bill introduced us and set out our plan for the day, which has changed about 100 times since we started meeting for the trip. But God is good that way, and what came out of it was so well received that we all knew he had a hand in it. Pat did a short talk on the Purpose Driven Life and was able to give copies in Spanish to them. Then we had lunch and got to talk a bit more while I scrambled around trying to get my DVD player to work with their television. I knew for sure I’d have problems, but the problem was with my dinky player rather than their equipment. After lunch I shared a little of my story and then played the Spanish version of Rick Warren’s introduction to Celebrate Recovery. I hadn’t seen the English version in a few years, and couldn’t remember exactly what was on it, but I could see the reaction in the head nodding of the pastors and the laughs at Rick’s jokes, so I knew he was connecting with them. Afterwords I answered some questions then Jamie talked a little about her experience. Bob wrapped it up by stressing to them the importance of not overworking and delegating the vision to others. I know this is a very brief summary but it’s hard to put a day’s worth of stuff into this posting. Part of it is that we’re still processing the emotions and substance of the day, so I imagine I’ll write more about this later.

Let's hope the Volcano stays asleep

Let’s hope the Volcano stays asleep...

This evening we drove to the coast for a dinner on the beach. Because we were such a large group we preordered our dinners this morning off a list. The translations and descriptions left a lot to be desired. There were a few shrimp dinners, like shrimp and creme, shrimp and mushrooms, medium fish and large fish. So, I ordered the large fish, and it was pretty large. Head on and with the tail, but it was very good. We had to ride about 45 minutes each way to get there, but it was nice to see the countryside and get away for a bit. Jamie and I haven’t really be able to talk much alone this week, and while we were on a crowded bus, the wind was loud and everyone was into their own conversations enough that we were able to talk for a bit. Or, not talk, but just sit there and enjoy being together without a purpose, without planning, without doing. Just being. After the mental exhaustion of earlier in the day, I was thankful for the opportunity. I wasn’t looking forward to squeezing into a school bus seat for that long tonight, but like lots of other stuff on this trip, it was an unexpected blessing.