Last week, the brothers announced that Tuesday (the 16th) will be all day preaching in the campo. 8:45 to around 4 o'clock.
We got up that morning, ate breakfast, made lunch for later and went to the group. Almost the entire congregation went out that morning including some of the brothers from the sign language.
We had to get two guagua's, (one that a brother owned and one that we had to pay for) to get to the territory. The territory was the town of Los Cacaos, about a half an hour away from Samana. The whole group met at an outside basketball court to arrange the groups. Each group walked to a different part of the small town, then we all meet up for lunch...
At around 12 o'clock, we meet up at the top of a hill, and figured out where we were going to eat. Everyone decided it would be nice to eat at the river. We walked into the forest where there seemed to be no trace of water, until we found a little pool that connected to a river. The pool was small but deep. It could fit about five or six people at a time. Everyone sat at the edge of the water, on big rocks and a the top of the little hill right next to us. The water was cold like most rivers are and it looked unnaturally clear, almost as if you were looking a big round window looking down to the bottom of a big hole. If the water stood still enough, I bet you wouldn't be able to tell that there was even water there. Just a big hole with some rocks at the bottom.
We start eating. My family, thinking it would a simple lunch brought sandwiches and a bag of chips. While other families brought rice, beans, and chicken, empanadas, and mangu... we definitely did not understand their meaning of "lunch."
After we finished eating everyone went back to their groups, and finished the day.
Going out in service that day, and doing other things, sometimes makes me pretty homesick.
Just being in the campo makes me think, "Tania, would love this." Or going to the beach and being in the warm water thinking, "Rosio would love his beach," or "That looks like Carlos and Ashley's fish back home!" makes me miss my friends. Wishing they were all here with me, or I was back home with them. Sometimes even little things make me think about them a lot. "That shirt is Lisette's favorite color," "Aurelio has those same sunglasses," or "This was one of Nikki and Debbie's favorite places to eat!"
Even though we are only here for three more months, sometimes that sounds like forever. But I know that we are doing this for Jehovah, and I know I'll see them again soon.
And who knows? maybe some of them will come visit. *wink* *wink* :)
Do any of you have any questions for me? Something you'd like my point of view on? Please let me know and I will answer them in an upcoming post. :)