The day began with coffee and reading on the porch at 6:15. The cool, quiet mornings are one of my favorite things here in the Dominican Republic. This morning, though, there was a strange clanging sound. The sound was this: A man, donning a pink backpack (I don’t know why), was weeding. He was using a crowbar and a machete to cut the weeds out of the sidewalk cracks all down the street.
In one of my classes, I have a student named Joan. It’s pronounced, “Joe-ON.” At least, I think it is. Our dialogue went like this:
HIM: No, it’s Jo-ON.
ME: Yes, I know. Jo-ON.
HIM: No. Jo-ON.
ME: That’s what I’m saying!
Hopefully, I’ll hear it eventually.
This evening, my friend messaged to ask what I was doing, and he told me he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten. I invited him over for some chicken alfredo I’d made for dinner. It’s one thing to think about people around the world who can’t afford to eat, but it certainly becomes a whole different thing when it’s someone you know—-someone you call a friend. My roommate, Suzanne came out to the porch to join us, and asked him how he was. His answer? “Super bien!” with honest enthusiasm.
I was excited that I didn’t feel the need to come home and immediately shower. The weather seemed cooler today, and there was a great breeze. I’m especially happy about one of the rooms where the windows near the board make an amazing cross breeze. Today, I literally said, “Oh that is amazing! Thank you, Jesus! I love you!”
Thankful for the blessings, for the love of God, and for the opportunity to teach these kids. One of the girls told her mom, “Yesss, I have the best teacher in the whole school this year!” Definitely made me smile.