I'm sitting next to Tim and a Christmas tree in Starbucks, listening to jazzy carols, sipping on my cappuchino, and enjoying the overall Charlotte-esque ambience. There's no sign of Christmas in Puerto Supe (funny how money and Christmas are so tightly entwined), but here in Lima, it's clear that December has come.Lima again. It's amazing how often we end up here, and it's really not in search of Starbucks and McDonald's. Tonight we're (hopefully) meeting up with Jenny Ballen, one of my dearest high school friends who I haven't seen in 10 years. She's in Peru for 3 months doing some fascinating work with microloans. Tomorrow we're getting together with a Peruvian pastor to talk about a potential connection to our Comunidad Cristiana that would involve a more permanent pastor for us.
Last but not least we're meeting a friend of a friend for dinner. Friend 1 is our college buddy Andrew Bostrom. We're counting on the fact that he isn't sending us on a "blind date" with a psychopath. The fact that Friend 2 works for the American Embassy does give him some credit, but then again, psychopaths in government are not without precendent.
Making friends has gained a new urgency and value in the last year. Our wall-yourself-off-from-the-world approach just doesn't work here. I guess I'm glad to grow out of it after all.
Making friends has gained a new urgency and value in the last year. Our wall-yourself-off-from-the-world approach just doesn't work here. I guess I'm glad to grow out of it after all.
my goodness... Andrew Bostrom is all over the place.