Where do you meet a German man in his sixties, who is cycling from Athens to Peking? TheMexico city airport of course. Wonderful connections have been made since leaving Dallas for Mexico City on February 29th. By the time we had traveled half way to Puebla from Mexico
City, we were having fellowship with a mother and her adult son, believers, who offered their houses to us, one in Los Heroes, where we were heading anyway, and one in a small town far from Puebla. Could you see that happening in Canada?
City, we were having fellowship with a mother and her adult son, believers, who offered their houses to us, one in Los Heroes, where we were heading anyway, and one in a small town far from Puebla. Could you see that happening in Canada?
Our first week included speaking to a house church fellowship of missionary friends, Kim teaching English to ladies every morning for a week and children every afternoon, visiting with missionaries and living in the home of our dear friends, Ken and Diana Harer.
Check out his blog at http://www.kneelingwetriumph.com
I (Gary) took Spanish classes from 11 until 4:30 each day and it was a great help. It was neat reconnecting with our very first spanish teacher, Rosi. To ride the city buses of Puebla, and to walk on familiar and yet enchanted streets again brought back so many memories. Sunday we enjoyed a lovely dinner with Ken, Diana, Daniel, Maria and Christina Harer at a favorite restaurant Italianis. We took a quick stroll through the beautiful park (remains of the original site of Puebla nearly 500 years ago), and then proceeded up the busy 5 de Mayo to catch our buss for Cuernavaca.
After a great weekend we left Puebla for Cuernavaca, arriving around 8:30 pm. It was so good to see Marilyn Casteel and to be back at La Villa Castilla once again. We look forward to a bit of rest here, and then will head back to school for another week of Spanish. We are learning!
Tonight, Kim and I took the bus (ruta 6) down town to the zocalo, where we ate supper, walked up to the cathedral, which in the dark is a lovely walk, and then caught another crazy ruta 6 back up to Subida a Chalma. Kim was afraid! Really, the driver was nuts! But people sat calmly on the bus, except for us as we hung on white knuckled.
We have had rich opportunities to meet new missionaries, reconnect with old friends, make new ones and see God working in so many lives. I'll write more another night.
Hasta Luego,
Gary
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Sounds like you're having lots of great adventures! I'm sure there are more to come... ;)
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