Well, as you already know, I did not keep this blog up to speed with the “Blogemala” site. So to hear all about our adventures, you’ll just have to check in over there.
Meanwhile, I am happy to report that we are home, safe and sound. It was a delight to show off treasures and hand out the few small things I brought to the children and Michael. I kept the spending on souvenirs to a strict minimum, but no one had any complaints. They each oohed and aahed over the colorful items they saw.
This morning our two younger girls wore their matching Guatemalan jumpers and colorful headbands to church. I was able to snap a quick photo on the front porch before we left.
This afternoon and evening I’m tired, but I’ve just been letting myself lay around and not do anything. It sure is nice to have a day to recover before Michael goes back to work and I’m on duty again by myself.

Meanwhile, I’m thinking a lot about how I can continue learning and practicing Spanish.  Some folks in church today talked about a way to connect with the international students at the local universities, so that might be a way to keep in touch.  Also, we have neighbors who are primarily Spanish-speakers, so I could be brave and go ask if I may practice speaking with them.  All I know is that I can’t just let it slide.  I have to do something.  I guess that’s what happens when you open your eyes and your heart to the countries around the world.  You can’t stay the same as you were.