The following conversations took place in a few hours span time.
Christy and I wrote this blog together just for fun. This is what happens when WR’s have interent at the place they are staying at.. They get a little to creative. I hope you enjoy moments of our lives.
Disclaimer: We really didn’t edit what we said. There is no true spiritual value to this at all (except that if you try hard enough there is probably spiritual value to everything.) It’s just for fun. This is life on the World Race…unedited.
Saturday night at a church concert in the middle of Pochocuape…
Christy to Elizabeth: Look at ‘Farley’s’ eyelashes! They’re so black that they’re blue! Find me a grown man with some of those who can speak English and I’m not leaving this country! You’ll have to call Seth and tell him, ‘Christy can’t finish the Race because she found a man with blue eyelashes.’
Elizabeth to Christy: I can’t do that! You’re the one who is dragging ME out of this country…remember!
Again that night…
Elizabeth to Christy: Hey Christy, they bought us this melon juice. We need to drink it so we don’t look rude.
Christy to Elizabeth: Nauh! I’m not drinking it, it gives me diarrhea! I just got rid of a worm; I don’t want another one! (Side note: Elizabeth disclosed this personal problem to an all male group of 20 somethings at a dinner table. Then feeling bad later she tried to take the attention off of me by telling them that she had pooped a feather the month before.)
Elizabeth to Christy while sucking on a bag of melon juice filled with lots of ice: You’re making me drink the poison?
Later the next morning after church while walking down the road with others…
Side Note from Christy: I had just shared my testimony at church about God being in the little things in life including when you need a hug or a kind word from someone.
Side Note from Elizabeth: The only translator in church, conviently went to the security guard’s house right before it was time for us to give our testimonies. Therefore, I was Christy’s translator.
Christy to Elizabeth: Did you see ‘what’s his name’ come up to me after the service and try to hug me? Seriously, people! You can’t use my testimony to get freaking frisky with me!
Elizabeth to Christy: Did I tell you what ‘what’s his name’ asked me after the service? He said, ‘Hey Elizabeth! I kept waiting for you to share your testimony. Why didn’t you ever share it?’ And I said, ‘because I didn’t want to keep standing in front of the entire church still speaking Spanish.’ Then he said, ‘Why were you embarrassed? You weren’t embarrassed were you?’ Then I said, ‘Weren’t you there! I was freaking floundering in front of all those people.’
Christy to Elizabeth: You said freaking floundering to him?!
Elizabeth to Christy: No, I don’t know how to say that in Spanish. But it was something like that.
Christy to Elizabeth: We should Google translate it and see how to say it.
Later that same day now at our home…
Christy to Elizabeth: I’m so sad to be back. I sleep so well last night. There were no mutant rats moving furniture on the ceiling tiles in our room! (Side Note: These noises have been so loud that Elizabeth has crawled out of bed and gotten into bed with Christy.)
Then a loud noise from the ceiling. Christy looks to ceiling.
Christy to the rats: Don’t you dare fall on me!
Cristie to the rats as she whips her arm in the air: Fall! Fall! Fall!
Elizabeth to Cristie: Whatever! If a rat fell on her head, you would be screaming the loudest!
Cristie to Elizabeth: Why would a rat fall on her head?
Elizabeth to Cristie: Because you’re cheering for it to.
Cristie to Elizabeth: Ewww! No I just wanted to rat poop to fall on her bed too. (Side note: Rat poop falls on Cristie’s bed every night.)
Later that evening we learned that there are both cats and rats that live above us which is why we can see the ceiling tiles move when they chase each other across the room. What a relief!!! It’s not JUST mutant rats!!!
