Packing It In

Friends,

I am so over-flowingly (I know, not a real word) thankful for so many "back home" who have been constant in prayer and encouragement and generosity. I cannot, and know that I could never, realize how much you have blessed me.
It is unbelievable that an entire year has passed since I first began this journey to (and through) Bolivia. So much has changed, so many lives touched, and so much done that our meeting of paths again in a few weeks as I return will be a difficult task.
Please pray with me for this transition.
On other fronts, however, besides this huge horizon of LEAVING, many things to tell....

I have pierced my ears.












I managed to teach the 5 senses in only 9 days (bad planning on my part).

It's getting cold again here; smells like fall.



Flat Stanley came to visit our class.

I'll be visiting a ministry to young shoe-shiners in LaPaz before I return home.

Still looking for a place to live upon my arrival in Milwaukee.

I am just finishing Watership Down; classic read.

















Alice in Wonderland drama at school.

Favorite quote of the week, after a particularly trying student had to be removed from class by the principal, Camila says: "Miss, you have a great smile!"

Almost missed two days of school last week to possible road blockades.


Bottlecaps! I'm using these for an art project with grade 2.

President of Bolivia, Evo, says that drinking Coca-Cola will make you bald. Be careful!













We decided to go the fair instead of Prom. This was our sign if someone got lost.

My refrigerator is broken.

It will be a strange shock to speak to the cashier in English; I may make a few mistakes at first.

Some neighbor is burning a llama fetus; smells nasty.

Australian word I learned: dink (noun, I'd say) meaning a couple with a double-income-no-kids.

The sermon on Sunday was on Psalm 19:7-11. Wonderful!
















Social Studies presentations!

I played soccer last night.

This is the last week of school.

I am currently listening to Brooke Fraser; this morning, Alister Begg.














We biked down the Death Road in March.

We always pack tons of people into one taxi.
Who wants to share the front seat with me? Who gets the trunk? Four...or five in the middle seat?

Bolivian Mother's Day this Thursday.

I have 63 books checked out from the school library.

"You will be secure, because there is hope; you
will look about you and take your rest in safety."

Amidst it all God is faithful and offers us the Word of Life.


Blessings, Kelly

See you all very soon...