So we saddled up two ridiculous large vans and packed up out motley crew: 5 Gringos who flew down from the states, 5 Tico dudes from our church, 4 young professionals from the Vineyard church in Escazu, the clinic director from the non-profit clinic here in Los Anonos, our house, and director of PuraVida Missions (another mission group outside of San Jose), Delynn and his family. The best part was most of the people who went this year also went last year. It was a great way for us to reconnect with people we met last year and continue building the friendships. Taking people who have gone before really helped eliminate the awkwardness of meeting new people for the first time. Most of us felt like we already knew some of the people, which made it much easier to communicate and share.
What an adventure! I think the best way to tell the story is to do it with pictures (and a few captions of my very own...)
We got to the border and it was devastatingly hot (like 89 degrees! Shock and dismay!!). The team had to walk from Costa Rica to Nicaragua. We obviously almost died of dysentery, influenza, and malaria in the 300 yard walk in no-man's-land, but by grace and a few bottles of water we made it unharmed.
We were glad we weren't on this other bus. The tire had exploded and it didn't look like it was getting fixed any too fast....
|Look how happy Delynn was with his new pair!!|
While the eye clinic was going on in the side yard, the guys were out back digging the hole for the septic tank for the new bathroom. Yes. Digging. By hand. With shovels. No fancy machines. No diggers. No back hoes. Hand digging. Intense. Labor of love. Literally!!!
|This guy was awesome. No special caption needed.|
|Rodney and Cindy|
|Chrissie took the whole work thing really serious. It was like an episode of Dirty Jobs.|
|Takin' it easy.|
These boys were awesome. Eight little boys have formed their own soccer league. They mustered the courage to ask the team is we would buy them team uniforms. They wanted to be a real, official team. We were so moved by their boldness that we raised the money amongst ourselves, went to the oriental market and bought them each the full uniform. You should have seen their faces when we came back with their gear. The ball is literally glowing!
|Any opportunity we got, we prayed with people and asked God to bless them.|
"Most Nicaraguans come to Costa Rica to get paid to work. We go to Nicaragua and pay to work. God's kingdom is really upside down."