May 22, 2012
Well, guys and gals, I'm here! So far (in the less than 24 hours that I’ve been here), I don't think I'm too "culture shocked". It reminds me a lot of New Mexico: Spanish (and even some English) everywhere, and skin tones more familiar to the West. The hostel we are living at for the next couple of days is Absolutely beautiful though!
The adventure of my first international travel turned out splendidly. Dad and I traveled via car from Memphis to Little Rock and met up with Danny, Rachel, and girls for breakfast. I loved getting to see them, and it was cool to reflect on how far my walk with God has grown compared to the young freshman I was when God really started to become real in my life!
My flight from Little Rock gave me a two-person row all to myself (got to love extra plane space!). And the sky was BEAUTIFUL! Found myself praising God constantly for His magnificent walls of clouds and blue sky.
I had just enough layover time in the ATL to find my teammates. And we left shortly after I arrived there. It’s so crazy thinking about that first image in my mind seeing some of my teammates just sitting around in a circle, not really more than a face and name at the time- not counting the little bit of Facebooking we had with one another before trip-time. And now, each of these people mean so much more to me! Minus a couple of bumps and storms, this plane ride went well also. A couple of movies played over the televisions lining the rows (2/3 of which I had Very recently seen with the lovely Mo-town!). {There is always that moment when you evaluate the person sitting next to you and decide how to conquer the impending relationship that will develop by the end of the flight: either a flight in silence, talking all the way, or a little of both. My chosen strategy was to start up conversations after an hour or so into the flight, so there’d be less awkward pauses after the initial introductions. It is a seven hour flight after all! And I’m not one to delight in awkward silences. Not saying this is the best strategy always, but in our situation, I found it to work pleasantly.} We ended up bonding over trying intensely to get a flight attendant so I could get some headphones that worked. Eventually, we won. (Their attention that is). Turns out my new friend was also heading towards a missions opportunity for a little over a month, staying with a minister in… some part of the country. Our flight came to an end, and everyone’s luggage safely and fully arrived. Everyone got through immigration flawlessly… minus one red arrow on my own part. But apparently, it’s random selection. We found our field adviser, Mindy, along with the rest of the summer missionaries; then, off to the hostel!
In all, everything went pretty smoothly yesterday. Oh! I have finally seen the Pacific Ocean. But it was last night, so all I can say about it is that it’s dark. It was also lovely to begin the letter-opening process resulting from hard letter-instructing and gathering by Mo-town. I have received letters for most of my Peruvian days to help with the home-sickness and to seek inspiration for the many days ahead of me. I’m going to love learning who all my letter-writers are. Thank you all so much!
And now, I get to enjoy the “back
yard” of the hostel (funnily called HQ) as I write the journal entry for yesterday’s events. This place is beautiful, and I’m pumped for life these next two months as Peru opens herself up to my comrades and myself! Absolutely ready for full day one!
“And the gospel must first be preached to all nations.” ~Mark 13:10