Spanish/Signed Church Service!

As anticipated, today was certainly a very sultry and busy day. But I was rather impressed with the amount things we were able to get accomplished; and I hope Betsy is equally satisfied.
     We rearranged things in the chapel, ridding it of the irksome projector-screen that no ones ever uses and it took me most of the morning and afternoon to paint/touch-up the walls of the chapel while Rosa de-knobbed our bedroom doors and took the knobs (not the doors) into town to have new keys fitted. And due primarily to our busy day, I made little progress on my VBS craft/snack plans. *sad face* My bad. But I know tomorrow is set aside as a "catch-up day," so I promise to take advantage of the break and focus on my crafts and snacks. Although I did manage to begin a list of supplies that I will need, so I am somewhat prepared for our grocery run tomorrow afternoon...that is at least a small consolation.
     After skipping dinner, Rosa and I were at least able to shower and dress before rushing back outside to meet Tess, our lovely chaperone for the evening, before she left for church without us. I hurriedly tucked my hair into a messy-looking bun as I walked...no, ran through the kitchen. Only to return seconds later to retrieve my Bible like a good Christian girl. But by the time we reached Tess, we realized we were already three minutes late. Honestly!? I always seem to be late, no matter where I go. And I am rather serious when I say I should move to Puerto Rico. Because when a Puerto Rican say, "I'll be there in an hour," it usually means, "I'll be there in two or three hours." So I am already partially Puerto Rican--and I'm finding that for the most part, I fit in just fine. The other day, when someone commented about being early, I turned around and said, "I have heard it's nice. But I wouldn't know what it's like to be early; or on time for that matter. I have never been early in my life--in fact, I was born a week late!" My point made. But still, being new staff members and arriving at church late is not necessarily conducive for making a good first-impression. Although, our three minute delay was soon forgotten when we drove into town and were forced to take a detour. Okay, that serves as an honest excuse. But there went our hope of making up for lost time on the highway. And Kevin was not ready when we came to pick him up anyway, so that helped slightly to ease my guilty conscience.
     As Kevin and I talked on the ride to church (well, he was eating his dinner and I was signing,) I realized that it's a very good thing I do not get carsick. Because that could have been a recipe for disaster. I also learned that it is easier and less dangerous than walking and trying to sign to people. I don't know if it requires directional skills or what, but I seem to struggle greatly with that. So when we arrived at Betsy's church, we all filed into a row and took our seats just before they began the service. Betsy introduced Rosa and me and as she finished explaining that Rosa was staying to work at the school for a year, the preacher paused and said, "Wait, is this girl we were praying for?" Sure enough, he announced to the congregation that Rosa was indeed the young lady the church body had been praying would be able to come. "For months, we prayed God would make a way for her to come--and here she sits with us! Praise God! We prayed this girl here!" "Amens" echoed all around the sanctuary. That was too awesome.
     But it had not really occurred to me until then, that everyone was speaking Spanish, including the preacher and I was not sure what to think when I realized I was practically the only little white girl in the entire building. All I knew was that this would be very interesting. And while I was beyond thrilled to watch them interpret, I was also rather anxious. When I am comfortable, I can sign clearly and effectively, but when I am nervous, I tend to stumble over my signs and they seem to run together, meaning "I sign with a slur." And in the same way, when I am under pressure or focus too intently on the signer, I tend to misunderstand a few signs. Especially when something is signed in ASL, my mind immediately wants to add words to create sentences and add concepts that are lacking in the general context--this befuddles me because when my brain adds words that the signer did not, I get ahead of them or believe the conversation is going in a totally different direction. You have no idea how infuriating that is! (I am really working on not allowing myself to get nervous and only processing/understanding what I see, instead of adding things to make sense.)
     Alright, back to church. As the preacher stood and began delivering his sermon in Spanish, I sat tensely in my seat as Betsy and Tess began taking turns interpreting, praying that I would be able to comprehend at least some of what they were saying. And although they were technically interpreting the Spanish sermon into Sign for Kevin (Rosa and I were more dependent on it than he was!)
     But after the first fifteen minutes, I was amazed at how much I understood! And while I didn't quite catch every single word they signed (some words were new to me and others were Puerto Rican Signs,) I understood the concepts and in a nutshell, comprehended the sermon. I was so thrilled and happy with myself! I reckon sometimes I do know more than I think I do.
     Then after the service, the ladies of the church brought a cake they had made in honor of Betsy's birthday and we had a little party afterwards. All in all, that service had to have been one of the neatest experiences ever! And I am really looking forward to Sunday morning!
     When we came home after church, I gave Betsy a bag of snacks from home, Utz Potato Chips being one of the items (she loves Utz Chips and unfortunately Puerto Rico doesn't have any, so I attempted to rectify the situation.) Although, to my utter dismay, they appeared limp and nasty because the airport dudes were extremely rough with my bag and smashed them to pulverized pieces. I apologized for their crushed state and Betsy graciously waved it off, responding with, "Oh, I don't care! They are UTZ Chips--and besides, I just love mashed-potato chips!" Ha-ha, she never ceases to make me laugh! Anyway, I hope her birthday was a delightful one!

Betsy's Pre-birthday Celebration!

So as I had announced yesterday, we did indeed embark this morning on an adventure around the East side of the island. We drove for about two hours; during which time we laughed and blared Christian music, joked around and swerved to avoid collision with approaching vehicles. Betsy had previously informed me that if the beach was a flop, at least we would have fun on the drive. And although the beach was great, I did greatly enjoy the car ride--both our journey there and our journey home. Per Betsy's request, she wanted a demonstration of our signing capabilities; thus she decided that we would interpret songs. Sliding even lower into my seat, I'd had a faint glimmer of hope that she was referring only to the ladies sitting closest who knew what they were doing, but my hopes were rudely dashed when I was informed that the next song was mine. I had to shake my head and wonder why I always seemed to put myself in vulnerable situations.
     So for the next hour and a half, we sat watching each other interpret old hymns and discuss sign variations and proper grammar. The Old Rugged Cross was Rosa's first assigned song and in my opinion, I thought she did quite well. The next hymn began to play and I soon realized that I neither knew the song nor could I even understand the lyrics. How could I interpret a song I couldn't understand...and it was even in English too...So then I felt really dumb! Yeah, not a great start to my Interpreting career! But in my defense, it was sung quickly and the instruments seemed to drown out the voices, so it was difficult to distinguish words. Now I rest my case. So I simply sat there, throwing out words here and there as I heard them, and prayed that I would know the song that followed. But Tess was gracious to take the next one, and we all struggled to comprehend those lyrics as well. This slightly eased my mind and helped me not to feel quite so silly. We then decided that when there came a song no one knew, we would all signed simultaneously and work together to determine the meaning of the song and the proper signs that should be used. This worked well and we finished with a masterpiece...well, I like to think so anyway. As we chatted and compared non-manual markers, we each had different opinions on how things should be signed. Meanwhile, Betsy and Laurie sat in the front, talking and occasionally commenting on a misused classifier. Although, we did receive some praise when a few songs ended, so I assume we passed the test? I will probably never know, but I am eagerly anticipating the VBS and the beginning of school when I can interact with the Deaf daily and on a more personal level. But besides test scores, I had entirely too much fun and I learned a great deal during that short time period. (And believe it or not, I actually feel more confidant in my signing and feel better prepared to interact with the students when they arrive. Imagine that?!)

Puerto Rico: The most beautiful place on earth!

     There were also times along the way that we were interrupted from our demonstration to peer out the window at the gorgeous mountains we were driving over. Looking down into a bowl-like valley and seeing the villages below and the mountains jutting up on either side was enough to make ones jaw drop! Cattle grazed along the ridges and trees dotted the velvety-green landscape. Never in my life have I seen anything so beautiful as the grass covered mountains of Puerto Rico. I could only look down in wonder and awe of the Creator.

Caribbean beach in Guayama. Absolutely gorgeous!

     Sometime later, our silent choir in the back seat ceased when we arrived at our final destination; a quaint little beach-side restaurant in the town of Guayama (I could not remember the name of it, so I had to ask,) with the most wonderful food and the most gorgeous view of the Caribbean! Oh, it was absolutely wonderful!
     From there, we drove up another series of mountains...and drove...and drove. With each curve in the road, our concern deepened. Until finally, we asked Betsy if she truly had a destination in mind or if she had just gotten us lost. She assured that she had a plan and soon we were hiking through the mountain in search of a swimming hole, she had heard rumor of. That too, was absolutely gorgeous. But the water was frigid. And while I did not swim, I took a risk and waded in up to my knees...which was enough to satisfy me. I was surprised by the silly little fish that swarmed around my feet and nibbled at my toes. So weird!

Betsy and Tess enjoying the swimming hole!

     And you would never guess what we saw on our way back! We were following a car into town and it had its trunk up. As we drew nearer, we realized there was a boy sitting in the back, with a horse running along behind the car! Is it even legal to tow horses? That was quite interesting! I also happened to see several wild horses, a white heron, and even a mongoose! But nothing could top the horse being towed through town!
     So yes; it has altogether been yet another perfect day!
     Now, to think ahead to tomorrow. I believe the plans include the painting of the chapel, the removal of dorm-room doorknobs, and the pre-VBS decorating. Then, we have been invited to Betsy's church for their Wednesday night service where hopefully, we will watch her interpret--and get to see one of the students (one of my friends from last year.) So excited for tomorrow! And no doubt, it will be a full day so I guess I should turn it in and get some sleep before it begins.
     And Happy Birthday, Betsy! I hope it's a wonderful one!

Only Six Days Left To Plan!

As I have previously mentioned, we had our first staff meeting this morning. In my humble opinion, I thought it went quite well, but you would have to ask Betsy for certain. We were each given quaint little schedules and our daily responsibilities were made clear. Then when it was my turn, I made copies of my VBS lesson plans, craft ideas, etc. (which was nearly a hundred pages long, or so it felt) and passed them around, explaining my thoughts and asking for input. Everyone had questions and added commentary; both of which I found helpful. And Betsy, being the resourceful and ingenious person that she is, came up with tons of new and very creative ideas for crafts and games. We have decided that for the one day, we are going to find coconuts (which will not be at all difficult to do) and paint them to look like Puffer-Fish. How sweet is that?! The students will love them! I am delighted that she is a part of "my VBS team" and I am so blessed to have her as a friend/mentor. I greatly admire how she thinks outside of the box! I told her the other day that I came here so she could teach me how to use my head! And she is doing a wonderful job of it, too. I am quickly learning how to anticipate things before they happen and how to respond quickly when they do. I guess that's another life-skill I need to work on, huh? I have also learned in my six short days here, to expect the unexpected. Hmm, but think about that for a second: wouldn't expecting the unexpected, make the unexpected expected? Oh, I don't know...I am just learning to think on my feet!
     We have assigned each person with a specific responsibility for the week of VBS. Each day, we will be responsible for teaching and overseeing our assigned duty. Betsy will be teaching the daily lessons and making up/telling stories, Laurie will be overseeing the games/activities, Rosa will be teaching the memory verses, Tess will be interpreting the songs, and I will be in charge of the crafts and snack time. And the other two staff members who will arrive later this week, will be filling in wherever they are needed. Although, I must say, I am quite impressed at how well we have everything covered. It has been such a great relief, to see that I have others who are so willing to help me plan and teach. And while there is still much planning, organizing and decorating to do yet--I am beyond excited for the students to arrive and for school to begin. (I know they are not nearly as thrilled as I am, but I am optimistic and hope they will enjoy it anyway!)
     Also, tomorrow is Betsy's birthday and she has planned a special celebratory outing for us all in honor of her special day! The plans still seem slightly hazy to me, but at least I know to pack my swimsuit, sunblock, an extra change of clothes and a book. So by means of using my deductive reasoning, I have come to the conclusion that it somehow or another involves water. And while our destination is still rather unclear to me, I do know that we are leaving early in the morning and driving South for several hours until we reach a town that I seem to have forgotten the name of. (See, another prim example of my directional skills which are completely and totally nonexistent!) So boy am I glad that Betsy is driving and that she knows where she's going! Anyway, it should be fun and nothing short of an adventure! I am so excited! And I will let you know when we return, what all we did and where exactly we went!

A Wonderful And Relaxing Day!

First of all, my mother did catch her flight last evening and arrived home safely and without incident! Praise God and thanks for the prayers!
     Secondly; you have my sincerest apology! I have come to the realization that I have failed both as a journalist and as an informant. Amid all of my babbling about plans and my adventures here on the Island of Enchantment, I have neglected to explain my surroundings or accurately express the beauty of nature.
     In an attempt to reconcile myself, I will begin by saying that it is very hot and humid. I mean, we are living in the rainforest so it does have a tendency to be sultry. And while it has rained at least once a day, the downpours last only for about ten minutes before the blistering sun comes back out. So much for a lasting respite from the sun. Today, it was in the mid nineties and with the humidity, it felt like at least a hundred degrees! I drink and sweat simultaneously...I teased Rosa yesterday saying, "I chug water and it sprays from my pores." That is about as accurate as I can put it! And today after church, I ate a cupcake in the kitchen (which is about the coolest place at the school) and my icing was melting off of my cupcake! Crazy, huh?! Rosa and I have discussed making eggs for breakfast tomorrow morning and cooking them on the sidewalk. It could honestly work!
     So apart from the humid heat and the random rain showers, the scenery is absolutely gorgeous here. Everywhere you look, the landscape is covered in crab-grass and other green foliage and is dotted with palm trees. The flowers here are amazing and come in practically every shape and color imaginable. There are coconuts scattered absolutely everywhere and banana trees grow in forests behind the school, as well as lemon trees, avocado trees, mango trees, and star-fruit (which actually happen to be star-shaped...imagine that!)
     The animals here are really neat as well. There is a great population of cats and dogs, which sadly, most are left to roam the streets in search of food because their owners cannot afford to feed them. There are cattle and horses here as well. I know this because, for one, I have seen several cows, and two, there is a stupid cow who has, for the past three days, bawled every night for hours! I had initially thought perhaps she was in labor because she sounded like she might be dying, but after the second night of incessant bawling, I have come to the conclusion that it is mentally unsound and should be dealt with accordingly. Perhaps she needs to be hospitalized until her levels return to normal? So if anyone has information on a ward for Psycho Bovines, I would be much obliged. I seriously have my music blaring and I can still hear her....Now I am convinced she needs professional help. But anyway, back to the horses that inhabit the island. They are all beautiful and I am fascinated by them, although I find the means of transportation for the equines, quite interesting. It is not at all unusual to see a pickup truck zooming down the road with several horses standing in the bed. Or see a horse tethered to a stake or an electric pole, grazing alongside the highway. The birds are also intriguing. They are black and their tails are vertical instead of being held horizontal to the ground as usual. I was thrilled, too when I saw several pelicans while at the water front. There are also the toads that randomly appear at night and some are as large as my fist! Then there's the matter of the cockroaches--which freak the crap out of me--especially because they are two-inches long! But there are the lizards which I find neat and don't mind! There are millions of them skittering around everywhere. They range in size from two-inch little yellow ones to eight-inch blue ones! Wherever I go, I can hear them rustling in the leaves or see them darting through the grass. The other day, there was one in my bedroom...apparently he was living in my dresser! But just so long as he doesn't run across my face while I'm trying to sleep, I really don't care about him. And finally, after searching continually, I saw an Iguana--which made my day! He was about a foot long and his gray, green and blue body was covered in sharp, gray spikes. There are also some huge, black, scary-looking bees, which I have fortunately not coming into contact with. Although my red-splotched legs are evidence of the prevalent existence of mosquitos.
     So all in all, I hope this gives you a glimpse into my little corner of paradise.
     And bright and early tomorrow morning, we have our first staff meeting. We will be discussing plans and I will be sharing my VBS ideas with the ladies--wish me luck. Stay tuned as I will give you an update on our decision.

Who's the Mother?

Today was long and hot, but many things, wonderful and sad, happened during its duration. We bundled up the few things my mother had dragged across the ocean with her, and we set off on an adventure to San Juan with her bags in tow. Although somewhere along way, Betsy had an epiphany and decided that she can teach me how to get to the San Juan airport from the school. Who thought this was a good idea? Seriously, I am lucky I can get myself from my house to the grocery store, okay? My directional skills are ranked right alongside my math skills...both of which are virtually nonexistent. But, she "reassured" me, I wouldn't be going as a driver, just as a guide. Oh, because that makes it so much better! Perhaps it's a little less responsibility? I have no idea. I had to shake my head and think to myself, what was in her tea this morning? She should know better than to send me gallivanting around the countryside, giving directions to random people who need to reach the airport. And the only information I seem to have retained from our intense study of road-signs (all of which were in Spanish,) are the numbers, 3, 26, and 66 which I think might be route numbers. But they don't do me much good if I do not know where I am going!
     So anyway, luckily for me and everyone present, Betsy was both our driver and our guide, so we reached San Juan quickly and safely. From there, we split up, with Mom and I visiting the Old Fort and Laurie and Betsy shopping. We met up several hours later, after getting lost twenty times trying to navigate around the city on foot (yet another great example of my directional skills and my inability to navigate.) And it did not help that everyone we asked for directions to the store, told us to walk a different way. Seriously, there are only four directions, so one of them has to be correct. We sought the insight of a Police officer who spoke English and we followed his advice; which happened to be correct. I mean honestly, who knew a Starbuck's could be so difficult to find? But once we finally arrived at our destination, we rewarded ourselves with a Caramel Frappuccino for our perseverance and teambuilding skills. You know, believe it or not, I think teamwork might actually be a skill I possess...how about that? Now only to convince Betsy that I can handle teamwork. But with my luck, she would put me on a "direction and navigation team" where I would have to defer to my partner before giving out driving instructions. Okay, maybe it's just best if I don't say anything about it. I do not want to encourage her.
     So hours later we finally arrived at the airport, directions momentarily forgotten as we had more pressing matter at hand...such as getting my mom to her plane before it departed without her. Which is a much harder task than one would think! Especially when the people checking her bags forgot to give her the gate number (which in my opinion is slightly important) and when the line for security was five miles long. For real? But again, thanks to my one and only talent, (that being teamwork skills) we persevered and managed to make it to security in time for her to board her flight...well, at least I hope she boarded. I am still awaiting a text from her confirming she has arrived home safely. But I will let you know the verdict.
     So after we stood waiting in the security-check line for what seemed like hours, we finally said our farewells. I turned towards her, put her bags on the floor and embraced her. I surprised myself at how quickly I transformed into the mother-figure. And for the several minutes that followed, I felt like the mother who squeezed her child close and whispered in her ear, "It'll be okay! You'll be fine. I will be back...I promise to call you." It left me wondering for a moment, "Wait, which one of us is the mother, here?" But I must admit, she did remarkably well!
     And I should point out also, that I have so enjoyed having her stay with me in Puerto Rico! It was wonderful to show her around and let her experience first-hand, the place that captivated my heart and let her meet the people I have come to love dearly! It was quite a bonding experience and I know I will remember this for the rest of my life!

His Grace Is Sufficient!

"Relaxing" was the theme for today. But as you know, not everything proceeds by the intended script.
     It pained me greatly to part with my bed, but at 8 am, I had no choice but to tear myself from it, get up and begin my day. I stumbled groggily to the kitchen where I had left my jar of Peanut Butter the night before and with it I found renewed energy to face the new day.
     I soon discovered how grateful I was for that energy because with the words, "we need to reorganize our bedrooms and carry away beds and dressers..," I think my eye may have twitched.
     I ate a quick breakfast and joined Mom and Rosa in our rooms to begin the treacherous process of  reorganizing which continued for the next several hours. Bags and boxes, tables and chairs, lamps and fans, clothes and bedding, dressers, desks and beds all had to be moved from room to room and adjusted so as to fit. Ha-ha, funny. And once all of the furniture was resituated, then came the dreaded time of unpacking. Which I can honestly say...is not my favorite pastime. But I managed to put all of my things in their places and if it didn't have a place...well, I found a place and stuffed it somewhere. End of story. And we were actually finished with our renovations just in time for a couple to come inspect the building. When I say just in time, I mean within the three minutes before they walked through the door. Yeah, nothing like cutting it close.
     Oh, and guess what!? I just got some of the most exciting news! Not only will the students be returning in only 10 days, but a new deaf girl will be attending the school and...are you ready? She is going to be my roommate for the next 4 weeks! How awesome is that? So not only will I be completely immersed in Sign during school, rooming with her will now enable me to sign ALL day long! I am so excited to meet her and get a glimpse of what it's like to be deaf on a day-to-day basis. God is so good! (Her parents were the ones coming to visit the school today and see the newly organized bedrooms.)
     Then Mom and I went with Betsy this evening to an awesome little restaurant in Luquillo for dinner. We chatted and had the most amazing food ever. She is most certainly, one of the 'funnest' and greatest people I have ever met! As she talked, I laughed so hard I could scarcely breathe as she shared hilarious stories, and other times I fought tears as I saw how God uses her to mend the broken-hearted and show the love of God to those who have yet to know Him. I grew to know Betsy even better, learned how she came to work at the school 30ish years ago and saw what an amazing impact she has had on the school and on her students (not to mention how much she has taught me and encouraged me in my walk with Christ.) As she shared, my respect for her skyrocketed as I realized to yet another extent, how selflessly she pours herself, heart and soul, into her school and her students. She is simply amazing! Wow, what a role model. She certainly challenges me in my faith, encouraging me to release my fear and step out my comfort zone. And dares me to seek and run after the things God has for me, instead of contenting myself and becoming complacent.
     Tomorrow morning, Betsy, Mom and I leave at 9 am for San Juan to spend the afternoon together before Mom's flight leaves at 4 pm and she returns home. It has been so great having her here with me and I have so enjoyed telling her the many stories I have about this place. I have greatly enjoyed sharing with her all I have been involved in and letting her finally experience the place that makes me feel so wonderful--and the heavenly peace that evades your heart as you set foot on the campus. And while I am no doubt going to miss her, I know that God's grace is sufficient and that I'm in the palm of His hand. I am experiencing no anxiety whatsoever--only disappointment that her time is over. These past couple days have been absolutely amazing and God has truly blessed our time together. And hey, there's always next year, right?

A Beautiful Day In Paradise!

The sunrise on the beach was lovely! Although, I must admit, it was all I could do to drag my body out of bed at such an ungodly hour. And I struggled to remain conscious after getting only three hours of sleep last night. But as the orange sun peeked over the horizon and sparkled brilliantly on the clear, blue waves, I found it much easier to stay awake as the wildlife sprang to life all around me. The beauty of God's creation never ceases to amaze me as I watched the sun rise, the gulls swooping and diving in search of their breakfast, and the waves gently lapping the shore. Simply perfect. But the serenity remained for only a little while, as there is an enormous celebration happening today in Luquillo. I am not entirely certain what all the hype is about, but I do know the town is going crazy. Caution tape restricts areas all over and tents cover the "square" of the town. It must be some festival to deserve so much to-do. Even to the extent that people arrived at the beach before we did this morning, just to claim their spot on the beach--and it was still pitch black outside! With everyone going somewhere to celebrate, we maneuvered around road-blocks and swerved around policemen. When we arrived home at the school--we came to stay. We have not ventured even so far as the mailbox. And we are now holed up in our dorm, avoiding the square of Luquillo at all costs!
     I did however, take advantage of the time after we returned and took a quick nap before our work day began. Betsy, Laurie (a friend of ESD's who's staying for two weeks), Rosa (my friend who will be staying to teach for the next year), Tess (a college student who stays at ESD), my mom and I all joined forces and tackled the task of reorganizing and redecorating the recently painted chapel building. It took us hours to sweep the floors, rearrange furniture, stack tables, put away random school items, and set things up for chapel services--all while blasting worship music. Yeah, my kind of cleaning (it never seems like a chore when I rock out to worship music!) We then put our heads together and managed to come up with some neat ideas on how to redecorate the room and added some surprises for when the students return in a week and a half.
     Several of  my assigned duties were to go outside and hose the paint off of paintbrushes and to scrub down a shower curtain. No problem, I could do that. So I took advantage of my "aloneness" and not only scrubbed down the brushes and curtain, but I sprayed myself as well, relishing the feel of the some-what cool water on my legs and arms; which served as a nice reprieve from the blazing sun. (I didn't care that my shirt got slightly wet, it would dry within seconds in the heat!) And it made me feel like a child again as memories of my brother and I running around the yard spraying one another with the hose in the heat of summer, slipped into my mind.
     But eventually the brushes and the curtain were clean, so I was forced to quit "playing" in the water and return inside to be of some use. So while we were on a roll and feeling overly ambitious, we took our over-active imaginations to the library and put ourselves to work, reorganizing and rearranging the room. And when I say, "rearranging the room," I mean moving practically every desk, bookshelf, cabinet and drawer in the room. It took a majority of our afternoon, but I thought it fun, and enjoyed joking and talking with the other ladies as we worked side-by-side. Hopefully the students will be surprised and will like the way we remodeled their classroom.
     And tomorrow is supposedly a relaxing day...although we have to reorganize our bedrooms and prepare for an onslaught of visitors who will arrive tomorrow evening; a Deaf Church group that will be coming to stay until Sunday, bringing with them, twenty-some people. I am excited to meet some new Deaf people and will be looking forward to the church service that they will be conducting in our chapel on Sunday morning!

Dia Numero Dos En Puerto Rico (Day Number Two In Puerto Rico!)

I have yet to truly master that procrastination problem of mine. Today, I just seemed to have been unable to find the time to unpack. Well, okay; let's be completely honest and say that sleep was shouting my name and my bed looked entirely too inviting, so suffice it to say, I complied without hesitation and took a much-needed nap. Then, there were other unforeseen temptations that arose as well...like, spending the morning at the beach! So my bags still sit by my bed, waiting to be emptied and organized.
     But back to the beach. Oh, I had forgotten just how heavenly it is! The Luquillo Beach is one of my favorite places on earth. Unlike the ocean-water back home, this neither reeks of fish nor is polluted with sand and debris that floats on the surface. The clear, white waves calmly and gently lap the beach without pounding the life out of you as the ones at home do. Notice also, how beautiful and perfectly clear the water is! And it is so warm and refreshing opposed to the frigid waters up North.

     And although there are many more contrasts and comparisons that could be made, I won't waste time with mundane details, since I am sure you get the idea. So the three hours that we spent at the beach were wonderful. And despite the fact that my mother managed to get sunburned, we did indeed, have a blast in the water and greatly enjoyed one another's company--well, I can't honestly speak for them, but I know I enjoyed chilling with them. And seeing the pelican that flew close overhead was awesome!
     Later as we relaxed back at the school, one of ESD's deaf students came by for his violin lesson. And being that it's been 13 months since I have seen any of my Puerto Rican friends, I was thrilled to see one of the students again! We chatted and he played a game of Othello with my mom. And while I didn't play, it was still quite amusing to watch.
     Then later in the evening, after an amazing dinner with the ladies, we drove through San Juan to a quaint little Starbucks where we joined a Puerto Rican Deaf Social! Being that it was an entirely new experience, I was content to sit with the ladies and "eyesdrop" from across the room; watching conversations through the reflections in the window. That is, until I was asked...no, scratch that. Until I was ordered by my mother to go talk with people...any people, just so long as I didn't continue sitting there like a bump on a log. "Nah, I'm good." Not only did I not know any of the deaf people, I was trying to stay awake, and really did not find the idea of approaching a random stranger and striking up a random conversation, comforting. Don't misunderstand; I had absolutely nothing against talking with anyone, but they were all in the middle of evidently deep conversations and I felt extremely rude, interrupting them.

But Betsy thought otherwise. Great, now I had two of them insisting. "No, really, I'm fine," I tried again to calmly  deflect the demands. When will I realize that resistance is futile, especially where Betsy and my mother are concerned? So while I was trying frantically to wrack my brain for a quick response, Betsy interjected that she will be writing up "a recommendation" to send to RIT, explaining what all I did here and how well I accomplished it. She threatened a lower grade if I didn't comply. Uh, that's blackmail. I no sooner gave her the "I'm not amused" look, than Laurie offered to walk over with me and introduce me to a group of chatting people. Seriously, who thought this was a good idea? I reluctantly stood and with Laurie's hand on my arm, I meekly followed her to a table of Deaf people, feeling much like a puppy on a leash. I slowly approached, hoping to slide into the group subtly, but again, no such luck. When I sat down, the conversations immediately stopped and everyone began asking me questions. Well, so much for sneaking in unnoticed. But as time went on and the conversations continued, I learned that I was talking with a graduate of RIT/NTID! No way--that's too cool! Again, my feelings towards attending RIT were confirmed as he had nothing but great things to say about the school! God reminded me once again, that He will never let us miss the mark or misinterpret His plan for us! Now I am glad I listened to Betsy and my mom and joined the group.
     So while I am considering returning to the Deaf Social next week, I am also excited to drive to the beach bright and early tomorrow morning to watch the sun rise over the ocean. Well, I am excited about the beach part, NOT the getting up early part...but hey, you only live once, right?   

We Have Arrived!

(Disclaimer: Just a warning; my computer auto-corrected my software to Spanish, so until I manage to get it "de-Spanishified," I hope this works and you can read this in English. But hey, I guess I must learn Spanish somehow, right?)
     Needless to say, I finally got packed. It's a miracle! Do I hear the hallelujah chorus?! Amid  my mad scramble of rushing around and throwing things helter-skelter across my room, which now takes on the effect of a disaster area, I have come to the conclusion that the most difficult part of packing--is shutting the bag! But enough about my meticulous packing, no one cares....
     So after dragging my limp carcass out of bed at 3 am this morning and stuffing the car full with enough bags to support a military camp, we set off on our nerve-wracking drive to Baltimore. Thankfully my mother was driving and was willing to brave the crazy traffic. I don't think I had any fingernails left by the time we parked at BWI...the traffic was terrifying me--and I wasn't even driving!
     So after the bus driver attempted to end all of our lives as he too, tried his hand at being a reckless Baltimore driver, we finally arrived at the airport, where we sagged against our luggage in relief and thanked God for our lives spared. And, come to think of it, quite possibly the Security Guard who growled us before we boarded, had been forced onto public transportation and had to ride with that rebel of a bus driver...that could explain his cross demeanor and his bi-polar attitude.
     But against all odds, we overcame the opposing forces and succeeded at arriving to our gate with plenty of time to spare...only to be informed that our flight was delayed an hour. Ugh, I should have just stayed in bed (where I could have gotten another hour of my precious beauty sleep.) But no such luck. So once we finally boarded, I forced myself into a light sleep and willed the time to pass quickly. Let me tell you, that was the longest four hours of my entire life! Wait, no, I take that back. The longest couple hours of my life are when I am forced to endure Science and Math classes. So never mind. But as previously stated, my goal was to sleep the time away...it sounded like a great plan, but apparently, the two little girls who were seated behind me, obviously pumped on caffeine, disagreed. My eyes slowly shut and my breathing became deep and heavy when one shouted, "Dad! Are we there yet?!" The other echoed her question and, to my great dismay, this continued for the next three and a half hours! Leaving me wishing even more that we "would be there yet!" And just in case you were wondering, there was not much sleeping going on. Sleep? What's that?
     Finally, and I do mean finally, we landed! Now I know I heard the hallelujah chorus then! And being the kind, wonderful soul that she is, Betsy came and picked us up at the airport (Gosh, I have missed that lady!)--then she took us and another teacher out to lunch! Oh, I had forgotten how wonderful Puerto Rican food is! I don't believe I could ever again be satisfied with our tasteless American entrées. If you have ever wondered what heaven's food tastes like, visit an original Puerto Rican restaurant and believe me, you will know.
     When we returned to the school and chose our rooms, we joined Betsy and several others for dinner! Oh, that was great! I had entirely too much fun and laughed so hard my abs ached in protest. Gosh, I love these people!
      So now I am working on unpacking--well, entertaining the thought of unpacking anyway. But I think I'll leave that for tomorrow. And I will conquer this procrastination problem--just you wait!

Another Answered Prayer!

With each passing day, my excitement intensifies! But while there is still so much to do during my remaining six days in the U.S, I find myself finally able to relax--at least slightly, anyway as the number of things on my crazy-long to-do list, seem to be slowly dwindling; which, as you can imagine, is a great weight lifted from my shoulders! Yesterday was my last day at work (until I return in the fall), I have taken the exam at HACC, I have sent my laptop back to get repaired, I have planned more of my crafts/songs/etc. for the VBS and I have finally begun the extensive task of packing. So I am, slowly but surely, getting there.
     I was also blessed with the opportunity to spend this past weekend away at the Delaware beach with my bestie and a few awesome friends from church. Like one last big hurrah before I go and she leaves for college. It was so refreshing to spend quality time with like-minded young women who love to serve God! We chilled and talked, walked out to the bay and watched the sunset, strolled along the boardwalk where we browsed the sea-side stores and had dinner, and spent a majority of our time at the beach where we suntanned (or in our case, burned badly) and watched several porpoises playing in the waves and a sea turtle swimming up close!
     But as awesome as it all was, God just had to top that. Now keep in mind that for the past several months I had been praying, earnestly seeking His will and direction as far as signing and where I should go with it. Sure, I want to interpret, but where does He want me to use the gift He has given me? The ominous question, everpresent in my mind being: Where does He want me to attend college? As you may remember, last month, I toured RIT/NTID in Rochester, New York and absolutely loved it. But the only instruction I had received seemed to simply be, "Be patient--When it's My timing, I will make it evident to you. Continue in the direction I have lead you." And, "When it's My timing, I will make it undeniably clear to you...and I won't let you miss the mark!" That was all well and good, and reassuring--but I wanted to know now!
     For weeks that was all I seemed to be hearing. Finally, in my exasperation, I asked for another sign. (Much like the time at the restraunt in New Jersey when in answer to my prayer, He brought a little deaf girl to me--unmistakibly giving me my answer!) So I humbly requested a sign, saying, "Lord, I am feeling oddly drawn to RIT, but I know that You'll show me where I am to go. So if RIT is Your plan for me, please give me a sign (preferably like the last one) but a sign nonetheless. Let me know without a shadow of a doubt that it is where You want me."
     So in my haste to prepare for my weekend away, I had practically forgotten my request...almost. So Monday morning came around and I was enjoying our "girl time" as we all lay out on the beach reading and chatting. I was lost in thought when suddenly I sat up and squinted into the blazing sun. I sighed inwardly...from where I was sitting, my only view of the waves had been blocked by two ladies who had decided to sit there on the beach. Oh well. I rearranged my towel and began to lay back down, when a movement caught my eye. One of the lady's hands were moving. I sat bolt upright. Was she swatting at a fly? No, the movements were made with precision--and they made sense! They were signing! Unable to help myself, I "eyesdropped" (evesdropped with my eyes) and watched them silently discuss potential dinner plans. I was practically vibrating, which warranted an eyeroll from my bestie, Audra, who found my enthusiasm amusing.
     "I need to go talk to them!" I exclaimed, not taking my eyes off of them for a second.
     Audra laughed, "Well, what are you going to say?"
     I shrugged, "I have no idea--but I can't just sit here--I have to at least say hi!"
     As I stood up, a thought popped univited, into my mind: maybe she knows something about RIT....I waved the thought away. That was ridiculous...she probably wasn't from the area and most likely had no idea that RIT even existed. But suddenly, my thoughts immediately went back to the restaurant in New Jersey. Could this be the sign I had been praying for?
     Practically shaking with excitement, I approached the younger of the two...the teenage girl I had seen signing. When she answered me in voiced English, I tried to swallow my disapointment. So she wasn't deaf, after all. After exchanging the pleasantries, I learned that her mother was deaf. We chatted for a while and when she asked if I wanted to be an Interpreter, I eagerly said that, "Yes, I was considering RIT in New York."  I began explaining what RIT was, when she politely interrupted me.
     "My son just graduated from RIT as an interpreter and my daughter (she motioned to the girl sitting next to her) wants to go there to become an interpreter!" She paused and smiled. "You two should get names and numbers--maybe if you're both accepted, you could be roommates!" I nearly fell over. No way! This seriously couldn't be happening! It seemed too good to be true! After we exchanged names, email addresses, etc, I learned that her daughter was in my grade and would be applying to RIT next year. I mentioned to them about my mission work with the deaf in Puerto Rico and she was elated, reminding me to add that information in my essay for RIT. Her daughter signed something I didn't quite catch and the lady smiled up at me, signing, "Is she ready? Oh yes, she's ready!"
     Walking away a little while later, I thought about my request earlier that week for a sign about RIT. Did I dare to hope that this was my long-awaited-for sign that RIT was where He wanted me? As I listened for God's response, this was all I heard Him say, "You asked Me to make it clear to you--Was that clear enough? If it wasn't, I don't know how much clearer I can make it!" So, I'm thinking that was a "yes!"
     Seriously, how crazy is it that I meet a deaf person, muchless someone on the Delaware Beach who's from Fredrick, Maryland and who is planning to attend RIT? I mean seriously! I believe God sent them to be there at that presise moment to confirm to me His plan and to remind me that I can do all things through Him! I don't believe in coincidences. He told me He wouldn't let me miss it--and He meant it literally--so much so that He placed them on the beach directly in front of me where I couldn't see the ocean around them! There really was no way that I could have missed them.
    So I know without a doubt that was my sign and that I am to continue pursuing my education at RIT. Ultimately, my acceptance to RIT will be the biggest sign, but until then, I'm trusting this one! And I still cannot seem to get over how faithful God is!

Things Are Getting Crazy!

Only 15 more days, people! Can you believe it?!
     It still seems that no matter how much I plan or think about it, it somehow seems surreal. Although I think it might finally be starting to sink in...well, to an extent anyway. I am finally beginning to realize that 6 weeks is a long time! But I am honestly not concerned about being homesick...I know that I will be surrounded by Godly people, I will be reunited with the wonderful kids/teachers I have grown to know and love, I will have my family and friends supporting me in prayer and that I am in the very center of God's will. So what could go wrong? (And also, I will have Betsy and Kevin to tease and no doubt they will keep me on my toes...so who has time to be homesick?)
     As I reflect upon my time at ESD last June, I am still amazed at how comfortable and how secure I felt there. Growing up, I was never even comfortable being away from home--much less going out of the country for a week and a half with a group of people I did not know. So sure it was a new feeling to be away from my family and everything I knew, but I was not nervous or anxious in the least! Yes, I called my parents nearly every night (and talked and talked about my day, how wonderful the kids were and how awesome Betsy was. And ran my phone bill way up) but I still didn't feel homesick. That in itself was a miracle!
     And now that God has fixed my computer, I can Skype home and talk to my family and friends!
     But in all seriousness, I am counting down the days and the hours until we touch-down in the San Juan airport. I cannot wait until the moment I see Betsy again or greet the students! I am so psyched for what God will do and I am going stir-crazy with excitement.
     But amid the enthusiasm, there is still SO much to do before I can leave. I still have VBS supplies to purchase, I have clothes to go shopping for, I have packing to do, I have things that need organizing and in addition to all of the Puerto Rico planning, I have classes at HACC to apply for, tests to take, SAT's to sign up for, work to go to, a horse to find a new home for, friends/family to see before I go, things at home to do and last minute things to tend to! Need I say more? *deep sigh*
     And I shudder to even think...I have only two more weeks to spend with my Bestie before saying good-bye. She leaves for college in August while I'm away, which means I won't see my Sis again until Christmas! (I think I'll go find a puddle in which to drown myself!) But seriously though; like I said, I'm trying not to even think about it!
     But I know (with God's help) that I will get everything accomplished before I leave. And that I will survive after saying good-bye to Audra. Everything seems so crazy and overwhelming right now, it's just difficult to envision it happening. (Although, I must remind myself that all things are possible through Him who gives me strength!)
     So please continue praying for peace and patience and that we can get everything accomplished before our departure!