It's a small world

Tonight we returned to Puente de Vida, the Spanish church we've been attending for the past year, to celebrate the church's anniversary. Duane and I both found ourselves picking out the words we COULDN'T understand. That's a big change from a month ago, when we'd pick out the words we COULD understand! (Here's the way Duane described it--We went from "Blah blah blah oh, here's word we understand, blah, blah, blah" to "Wow, we're understanding most of this blah, but not all blah.") Our listening comprehension has certainly improved a lot.

Here is something more surprising than improved Spanish skills...Guess where the woman sitting next to Duane was from??? QUETZALTENANGO! In addition, there was a Wycliffe missionary couple who lived in Guatemala in the 1970s and their Guatemalan friends visiting. As you can imagine, we heard some frightening stories, but, oh, how we loved talking with all of them!

The experience tonight has made it just a little bit easier to return to life in the States.