Saturday was our last day at Petra`s. Peter came and took us and all our luggage up the mountain to Las Mangas, where we have been living for the last few days, and perhaps the next 10 months. But we have been exceedingly blessed to live here during school. Petra, Patty, and Billy have all been careful to speak patient, clear Spanish to us, not to mention the large extended family.
Thursday night, I think it was, Petra touched us on the heads and said, "Son mi hermonos. Es verdad." (You are my siblings, it´s the truth). And that is how they have treated us. Aside from giving us a bed and bathroom and preparing stomach sensitive meals, which was the contract, they have driven us places (like to the pharmacy in the rain after dark to retrieve some sorely needed medicine for Kelly), given us a lot of advice (like warning us never, not for the world, to drink water in Las Mangas without boiling it first), and always been kind and flexible. Petra has prayed with and for us and given us a ten month anniversery gift. And it is largely because of Petra querying, "¿Porque no han ido al medico?" that we went and got kelly tested at the hospital. She went in with us, helped us find the laboratory, and then her daughter Liana interpreted the results for us, saving us about 300 lps. Truly we have been blessed to have landed in such a strange place and found family so readily.
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