Every day is an adventure. Have I mentioned that yet? More specifically, every task is an adventure. We've learned to celebrate the small victories- ordering at McDonalds without being handed the picture menu, communicating anything with the maid, making small talk with a cab driver. Travis and Alicia have their apartment keys. The last shall be first. The rest of us are a little more up in the air at the moment. We'll see how tomorrow goes. I feel really bad for the families with kids- I know they're dying to get out of the hotel. I'm just ready to live somewhere. Russ and I haven't had our own place in almost a year. ************************************** On Sunday night, Alicia and I were sitting on the couch when we heard loud noises outside our window. We jumped up and looked out the window, convinced someone was being shot. It turned out to be fireworks (very close ones!). When we looked around, discovered the source- a small group on the beach. In the middle was a woman in a big white dress- a baiana. We've seen them before, usually selling food on the street, but this was different. She was carrying something which she carefully placed in the waves. The people all did a rhythmic clap while it drifted out to sea. Another set of fireworks went off. After, we sat and reflected about it. For me, it was an interesting end to the day. It was Easter Sunday, and all week, we'd seen the Christian influence in the city. So much talk of Jesus. We'd had our first worship service as a team. A great day to focus on the Lord. But then, at the end of it, a reminder- this is not Christ's city yet. Satan has a stronghold and that is why we're here; why we put up with beaurocracy and people going back on our contracts and all the other uncomfortable things. So those people on the beach can be set free. So our Lord can reign. Be with us, Lord, as we share you with this city.