After a near eternity waiting for a delayed plane to arrive - after a missed plane - my Dad arrived in San Jose on July 7. We were all thrilled to see him and to show him our Costa Rican world.
Daddy was eager to see new things, try new things, and do several mission projects. He was a real trooper while walking most places in a deluge. It is the rainy season, after all.
New tastes for him included mango, payjibayas, and mamon chinos. New experiences included attending a Spanish speaking church, riding public buses, and surviving the taxi "thriller" rides. Also shopping at open air markets.
While here, Daddy represented the Voice of the Martyrs four different times. Once to a men's prayer breakfast, once in church, once at a youth camp, and once in our chapel at school. He also helped our family pass out lunches and tracks to homeless people in downtown San Jose.
At the end of one short week it was time for him to leave, and as arranged, he escorted our four children back to Mississippi to have a summer vacation in the country. They're having a great time with Grandmother and Grandaddy and have had a visit from Grandma and Grandpa, as well.
We will join them August 12 for a month of preparation for Belize and to visit family and friends. These are exciting times!
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