El cajo esta aqui

The box is here. It finally arrived late Friday afternoon, with everything intact. It was just in time, too, because Nancy was missing out enjoying “quilt week” with the women in her family. Lickety-split she set up her sewing machine, pulled out one of her many “ufo” quilt projects and logged into Skype to share the experience with them electronically. Today I was informed that what I had thought was the “stretching room” (i.e. where I go before I run to use the mat on the floor) is now to be referred to as the quilting room. Mind you, it is not the sewing room. That would be the area at the base of our stairs that looks out at Nancy’s favorite tree.

On our walk this morning, a bicyclist yelled “perro gringo” (Yankee dog) as he sped past. Aside from being the only hint of rude behavior we have encountered in Costa Rica, and aside from being insulted by a man with shaved legs wearing spandex, it seemed ironic for him to evoke such an epithet in front of the Bridgestone / Firestone plant, which is next to the Coca Cola distributor and around the corner from the Phillip Morris office and down the street from the Intel plant.

For church, we have attended Escazu Christian Fellowship for the past three Sundays. The service is at 5 pm, but even so, “good morning” slips out. It has been a long time since we have been the new people in a congregation, but this relatively small congregation serves the English speaking community. Since many English speakers are here as part of a work assignment, there is always someone new in attendance. Our experience has reinforced in us the need for church members to welcome visitors and those people they do not know personally.

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