This is a memoir to remember things about where we are and what we’ve experienced.
Home is El Salvador.
Home in El Salvador is hot. Where you wake up at 7 with the sun already high in the sky. Your team is working out or waking up or having Jesus time or laughing together.
Home is the closet kitchen of belongings spread out over counters.
Home is laughs around four square plastic tables made into a family table about Disney, Spanish, funny sounds, and tan lines.
Home is each teammates unique laughter.
Home is laughing so hard when six of you are pushing the van out of the sand on the way to a Christian Surfers meeting.
Home is quiet moments in the afternoon and deep talks about boys and struggles with Jordan. Home is Anna remarking about a hot guy she’s seen.
Home is Katie’s excitement and passion. Home is Bailey’s sassiness.
Home is Kaela and Kaitlyn having at it in a sassy play fight.
Home is Kaela’s excitement about everything life.
Home is walking to the ice cream shop at night laughing.
Home is a team date to the pizzeria and romantic lighting.
Home is praying over Kaitlyn as she struggles with anxiety.
Home is checking up on you when you’re quiet too long.
Home is constructive feedback about ministry.
Home is discovering the listening prayers are similar and aligned.
Home is a walk to the beach in the afternoon to keep the broken record.
Home is Jordan getting her fix on the church keyboard.
Home is competitive games of Phase 10, Nerts (Thanks Abbigail), and Dutch Blitz.
Home is planning as a team. Home is teamwork.
Home is metal doors and dirty feet. Home is the many breezy fans.
Home is excellent teamwork high fives. Home is experiencing something together.
Home is asking how you’re doing when four teammates aren’t feeling very good.
Home is dancing in the rain at night and jumping in puddles like five year olds.
Home is roosters crowing, strays barking, and cars honking.
Home is toilet paper in the trash and not in the toilet. Home is showers at night, sometimes in the rain.
Home is stinky clothes and mosquito bites. Home is sweaty bodies and fake fights.
Home is waking up in your ENO hammock looking out on the El Salvador hills.
Home is two teams from the squad showing up at your gate at night.
Home is three teams from the squad coming to visit for a day.
Home is late night team time. Home is laughing after a movie about boys and key words.
Home is pulling weeds and dripping sweat. Home is setting up for church as the band practices. Home is Salvadorian snacks, like Chiky’s. Home is eating someone else’s Chiky’s (Sincerely sorry, Bailey).
Home is bright colors and no AC.
Home is our friends the boys on the beach selling bracelets and necklaces.
Home is Chuck the girl dog practically being our pet, and visiting us everyday for long periods of time, and barking at strangers. She’s basically ours. (She needs a bath. And probably a girls name.)
Home is Andrea’s (our host) laughter, sarcasm, and overall her awesomeness.
Home is breakfast @ 8:30, lunch @ 12:30, and dinner @ 6:30.
Home is card games with the boys from the band from the church we live it. (wink wink)
Home is loving pupasas.
Update:
Home is hanging up clothes after having them washed…and half the line falls down, we bust out laughing and I rolled on the floor.
*more to come later as it comes to me*
