Our longest teaching day is done. Roy taught a men´s group in the morning about the responsibility of masculinity. Gail taught a women´s group at lunch about something we weren´t allowed to hear (:-)) while the guys had lunch at a fast food chicken joint with a very strangely dressed clown character who reminded me of the Japanese dancers currently touring with Gwen Stefani.
In the afternoon I took a lot of pictures of the people who were gathering around waiting for the next training session. I spoke on power evangelism and then Gail helped bring things home (saved my bacon, actually) by telling stories.
Our translators were very interesting. Sigard, a man from Bluefields on the east coast who spoke perfect English (the east coast of Nica is Caribbean influenced, English-speaking, and compares favorably to Jamaica and the Caymans, or so we´re told). He translated for the guys. His 14-year-old daughter translated for Gail. She´s attending a prep school in Managua and hoping to enter the ministry as a pastor one day. Sigard´s story is that he worked on Royal Caribbean cruise ships for 9 years, and his wife was in San Francisco and his daughter in Miami. After 6 yerars he joined a Bible study on the ship, and after 3 years of that realized that he wanted to reunite his family and go back to Nicaragua. So here he is in Managua, translating and opening a bakery outside his home.
We quit at 5pm or so, drained. We got dropped back at the girls´home, had dinner and went for a walk to the public park where there’s an open air cantina and live music at the place across the park. Great fun time talking, and then we came home to sleep again.
Last night´s sleep was much better than
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