Bed, Bugs, & Beyond

The blessings always rain down at just the right time; last week, it was a literal rain.  A big storm rolled through which gave us almost an entire week of cooler weather--cold enough to wear long sleeves and sweats to bed.  It made for some beautiful days that we took full advantage of. Two Sundays ago when the cooler weather was just beginning, and Seth and I roped the boys into playing volleyball all afternoon (quite the accomplishment given their addiction to soccer).  We had quite the time diving around in the fresh mud brought on by the previous day’s rain. God has been raining down more than just water droplets, though.  A week ago on Wednesday, we had yet another volunteer leave. Kayja, from Walla Walla, after much consideration and discussion with her family, made the choice to go home a few weeks early for medical reasons.  She had been dealing with a mysterious scab on her arm for 3 weeks, and finally decided to go home after receiving word from doctors in the US that

The countdown is on. We’re in the endgame now (probably more of a millennial reference unless you follow box office records or hold stock in Disney. Also, I haven’t seen it yet and won’t until June so if you could keep the spoilers down that’d be nice, thanks). Seth has it down to the number of days, but I prefer to count with items out of the ordinary.  According to my records, I am four packets of Pop-Tarts BITES away from departing. I only have a chapter test, a final review, and final test left to write for my classes. I saved one bag of trail mix from the States for the month of May, and I estimate I can take about a handful each day if I make it last; therefore, I have about 30 handfuls of trail mix to count down as well.  If I play my cards right (i.e. stay away from salmonella-inducing foods), I have three more rolls of TP until I take off. Finally, I’ve just 550 Bolivianos remaining from my stipend with which to measure my remaining time. (~$80; may not sound like much fo